Big Bad Daze

Stuck in a big bad daze, coping with placebos for pain
Seeking the reaper I made my home in hell
Can't see through my
Big bad daze
At the bottom of the bottle to many times a week, shouldn't be spending
All my hard earned cash, smoking up my stash, buying hits and bags, I'm just that bad
I've got money problems, I've got love drama, debts I'll never pay
I've got reasons to quit, reasons to stay
Still stuck in a big bad daze
Drink it down, drown it out
Don't you dare think another thought of it
Get fucked up, and forget it
Make best friends with your demons
(Seeking the reaper, I made my home in hell)
I stay well acquainted, with my demons
Having one hell of a night
Just to wake up and hate myself even more
Stuck in a big bad daze, coping with placebos for pain
Can't see through my
Big bad daze
Load it up
Smoke it out
Get fucked up
And don't you dare think another thought of it
Heaven is a place in my head that I made
Hell is everything trying to take that from me
I made my home in hell
My Heaven wept and crushed my soul
Drink it down, drown it out. Don't you dare think another thought of it
Get fucked up, and forget it make best friends with your demons
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Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Walker
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