Thoughts While Sober
My recent life has consisted
Of feeling tired and itching for remedys
For these crisis times and these nights feeling distant
I smile and be friendly to people partying with me
I'm obviously talkative but inside im hollow and empty
I would like something different
From dealing with trifling bitches
And feeling like i've been sinning
Through many nights with no limits
I'm taking time to exhibit
Through writing how I've been feeling
And reconcile with my problems instead of crying or bitching
I lost a few friends when my image toppled and shifted
From popular to abrasive based on dishonest opinions
Based on false accusations made from crowd that was tipsy
Kitchen stocked full of vodka Henny Moscato and whiskey
My desire is mending my social life thats been bending
Ripping, shifting, sinking, rocking, slipping
Living a life of drugs and vivid parties and women
Im fortunate i can profit without a job and have riches
All of my honest friends understand my hobby is risky
And they wont view me as cocky or become showered with envy
But i still remain positive through the trials of grimming
And hours of dealing with backstabbers out here to get me
I dont resent or grovel i pray for God to forgive me
And alter my wrongs to rights to attain a positive image
I need a restful night with a chick thatll hug me
Fuck me until my mind is high and my senses are numbing
Im living off of tired nights that ends with me guzzling
Vodka and sprite until the morning conists of recovery
Fumbling drinks in crowded lines while tripping and stumbling
Riveting clubs, vividly bright, visually stunning
Taking vodka shots with lime till my vision is crumbling
Dealing with bitches trifling, im feeling sick to my stomach
But what is life l lately, thinking these wild assumptions
Thinking thoughts that are dark, vile, and daunting and troubling
It haunts and it bugs me
I resort to quietly humming
Using positive thoughts to calm me from violent eruptions
Crying and cussing
Because wine is the substance fucking making me think of all these thoughts
Like if my wife doesn't love me
All my crime and corruption
Have seemed to pile and double
Resort to praying to God to save me from trials of struggling
Of feeling tired and itching for remedys
For these crisis times and these nights feeling distant
I smile and be friendly to people partying with me
I'm obviously talkative but inside im hollow and empty
I would like something different
From dealing with trifling bitches
And feeling like i've been sinning
Through many nights with no limits
I'm taking time to exhibit
Through writing how I've been feeling
And reconcile with my problems instead of crying or bitching
I lost a few friends when my image toppled and shifted
From popular to abrasive based on dishonest opinions
Based on false accusations made from crowd that was tipsy
Kitchen stocked full of vodka Henny Moscato and whiskey
My desire is mending my social life thats been bending
Ripping, shifting, sinking, rocking, slipping
Living a life of drugs and vivid parties and women
Im fortunate i can profit without a job and have riches
All of my honest friends understand my hobby is risky
And they wont view me as cocky or become showered with envy
But i still remain positive through the trials of grimming
And hours of dealing with backstabbers out here to get me
I dont resent or grovel i pray for God to forgive me
And alter my wrongs to rights to attain a positive image
I need a restful night with a chick thatll hug me
Fuck me until my mind is high and my senses are numbing
Im living off of tired nights that ends with me guzzling
Vodka and sprite until the morning conists of recovery
Fumbling drinks in crowded lines while tripping and stumbling
Riveting clubs, vividly bright, visually stunning
Taking vodka shots with lime till my vision is crumbling
Dealing with bitches trifling, im feeling sick to my stomach
But what is life l lately, thinking these wild assumptions
Thinking thoughts that are dark, vile, and daunting and troubling
It haunts and it bugs me
I resort to quietly humming
Using positive thoughts to calm me from violent eruptions
Crying and cussing
Because wine is the substance fucking making me think of all these thoughts
Like if my wife doesn't love me
All my crime and corruption
Have seemed to pile and double
Resort to praying to God to save me from trials of struggling
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Writer(s): Nicholas Galaxy
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