Endless
In the back of a Tacoma, have no idea where I am
Fever hotter than Arizona, feeling like i'm stuck in the sand
Party is on in the background, i'd rather stay in my own head
Hearing everybody laugh now, I rather ignore them instead
This girl from the bar just told me to come over
But i'd rather just fuck her brains out when i'm sober
I wanna go home but my heads feeling lighter
Prophet is shit-faced, was supposed to be the driver
I'm Feeling like i'm empty, I need to fill the space
I think i've had plenty, you can go see it on my face
My breathe getting stank, eyes are going dark
Thought the night was over, but it was just about to start
Heads getting higher, feet are off the ground
Music is getting fire, I'm addicted to the sound
Oxy got me fried, liquor got me soaked
Death lookin in my eyes, I see the scythe that he totes
I don't give a damn man, just pour me another shot
Glass is in my hand man, I think I've had a lot
Friend is behind the wheel, the narcotic in the front
Best friends in the back, I overdosed in the trunk
How do I get out of here, my mind is so far gone
How do I get out of here, am I too far off?
How the can fuck can I avoid this, maybe lay off the drugs
No matter how much I chase this high shit it'll never be enough
I Don't wanna die before I can become a fucking legend
Life feeding me bullets and I'm asking it for seconds
I shouldn't have this worry that i'll be dead in a couple of years
When I'm sipping the liquor all I can feel are a couple of tears
Death approaching quickly, give that mothafucker the left hook
I regret the things I've done and the drugs I've done took
But they've never affected my person or my drive
The only drug I be taking now is this music that keeps me alive
The lyrics are my pills and the message is my life line
My heart is the game but my head is feeling offline
Been through it all, so I guess I can ball
The King about to fall, but I ain't dying feeling small
The boy tryna run, but the drugs kinda fun
Now the boy drinkin rum, and his liver feelin dumb
Mind feeling hate, I don't want to accept my fate
How can I be I great, when I ain't loved by my state
Dystopian minds, we tend to think alike
If we can't change the world, we might as well fucking try
How do I get out of here, my mind is so far gone
How do I get out of here, am I too far off?
Fever hotter than Arizona, feeling like i'm stuck in the sand
Party is on in the background, i'd rather stay in my own head
Hearing everybody laugh now, I rather ignore them instead
This girl from the bar just told me to come over
But i'd rather just fuck her brains out when i'm sober
I wanna go home but my heads feeling lighter
Prophet is shit-faced, was supposed to be the driver
I'm Feeling like i'm empty, I need to fill the space
I think i've had plenty, you can go see it on my face
My breathe getting stank, eyes are going dark
Thought the night was over, but it was just about to start
Heads getting higher, feet are off the ground
Music is getting fire, I'm addicted to the sound
Oxy got me fried, liquor got me soaked
Death lookin in my eyes, I see the scythe that he totes
I don't give a damn man, just pour me another shot
Glass is in my hand man, I think I've had a lot
Friend is behind the wheel, the narcotic in the front
Best friends in the back, I overdosed in the trunk
How do I get out of here, my mind is so far gone
How do I get out of here, am I too far off?
How the can fuck can I avoid this, maybe lay off the drugs
No matter how much I chase this high shit it'll never be enough
I Don't wanna die before I can become a fucking legend
Life feeding me bullets and I'm asking it for seconds
I shouldn't have this worry that i'll be dead in a couple of years
When I'm sipping the liquor all I can feel are a couple of tears
Death approaching quickly, give that mothafucker the left hook
I regret the things I've done and the drugs I've done took
But they've never affected my person or my drive
The only drug I be taking now is this music that keeps me alive
The lyrics are my pills and the message is my life line
My heart is the game but my head is feeling offline
Been through it all, so I guess I can ball
The King about to fall, but I ain't dying feeling small
The boy tryna run, but the drugs kinda fun
Now the boy drinkin rum, and his liver feelin dumb
Mind feeling hate, I don't want to accept my fate
How can I be I great, when I ain't loved by my state
Dystopian minds, we tend to think alike
If we can't change the world, we might as well fucking try
How do I get out of here, my mind is so far gone
How do I get out of here, am I too far off?
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Writer(s): Devon Nelson
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