Whatever Today Is
Waking up 2 p.m. with a face so grim
I hold my breath and all of my sins
Go 'round my head and taunt my mental
I cannot see no light no
Simple route out of the gutter I put myself into
Another crush into my lungs, I commend you
If you gonna live through the bullshit
The world throwing at you like it ain't no issue
If you get offended, I bet the shoe fits you
Life ain't that personal, I would not kid you
But if you stepping toward my direction
I lay you to rest then I go 'head and kiss you, ah
Ready to die, but I ain't ready to die
You better look in my eyes
And tell me why the fuck should I be going on with every day
That I be praying like a motherfucker I don't wanna stay I
Just wanna lay back
Let the rose overgrow on my soul turn black
Got a pose so flat with the hoes so mad
Got the ghost on the back of my dome
It's a matter of time and the blacker the skies
In the back of my ride with a bitch I don't know
Wish I was home, wish I could muster the courage
And get this shit off of my chest and then pick up the phone
Yeah, yeah, I was wrong I know, know
I could never want that smoke, smoke
I ain't wanna let you go, go, go, go
Get the fuck outta my face 'fore I kill you
End up on TV and nobody miss you
This what I go through a day in the life of Saliva he nada content abatito
I hold my breath and all of my sins
Go 'round my head and taunt my mental
I cannot see no light no
Simple route out of the gutter I put myself into
Another crush into my lungs, I commend you
If you gonna live through the bullshit
The world throwing at you like it ain't no issue
If you get offended, I bet the shoe fits you
Life ain't that personal, I would not kid you
But if you stepping toward my direction
I lay you to rest then I go 'head and kiss you, ah
Ready to die, but I ain't ready to die
You better look in my eyes
And tell me why the fuck should I be going on with every day
That I be praying like a motherfucker I don't wanna stay I
Just wanna lay back
Let the rose overgrow on my soul turn black
Got a pose so flat with the hoes so mad
Got the ghost on the back of my dome
It's a matter of time and the blacker the skies
In the back of my ride with a bitch I don't know
Wish I was home, wish I could muster the courage
And get this shit off of my chest and then pick up the phone
Yeah, yeah, I was wrong I know, know
I could never want that smoke, smoke
I ain't wanna let you go, go, go, go
Get the fuck outta my face 'fore I kill you
End up on TV and nobody miss you
This what I go through a day in the life of Saliva he nada content abatito
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Writer(s): Andrew Brent Moran
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