quit that shit
This is as far as you go
DCR tha gang
Yeah I hate my job, so I quit that shit
Had too many drinks, so I quit that shit
Smoked too many blunts, I should quit that shit
Hate my life, I can't quit that shit
Yeah I hate my job, so I quit that shit
Had too many drinks, so I quit that shit
Smoked too many blunts, I should quit that shit
Hate my life, I can't quit that shit
Yeah I cut her off, I don't miss that bitch
Yeah I'm not right, but I don't give a shit
Cried more times than I'd like to admit
I just keep falling down the pit
Thinking back to the night I tried to crash the whip
Never thought my life would end in that ditch
Drank too much, so now I feel sick
Live fast, die young, I had to make a switch (Skrt)
We could kill the night inside my car
But I just admire from afar
Week after week, my anxiety tweaks
Time passes by, and then we never speak
My head keeps spinning
I feel brain splitting
Prolly all these meds
Yeah this ain't a way of living
Tired of breathing and all these people leaving
Left me down bad, on the ground, I was bleeding
Yeah I hate my job, so I quit that shit
Had too many drinks, so I quit that shit
Smoked too many blunts, I should quit that shit
Hate my life, I can't quit that shit
Yeah I cut her off, I don't miss that bitch
Yeah I'm not right, but I don't give a shit
Cried more times than I'd like to admit
I just keep falling down the pit
I think I wanna die, cause I feel like shit
Tired of her lies, but they help me make a hit
I wanna fight when I get too lit
I don't get high, yeah I'm glad I quit (Yuh)
Shorty text me every day, it makes things confusing
When I hit the club, I feel like a loser
When I see her, I feel alright
And she really wanna spend the night, aye
Hit me up, all you do is put on baggage
I don't give a fuck about your life, you can't manage
How do you expect me to get any closer
You're out here making me feel like the Joker
My head keeps spinning
I feel brain splitting
Prolly all these meds
Yeah this ain't a way of living
Tired of breathing and all these people leaving
Left me down bad, on the ground, I was bleeding
Yeah I hate my job, so I quit that shit
Had too many drinks, so I quit that shit
Smoked too many blunts, I should quit that shit
Hate my life, I can't quit that shit
Yeah I cut her off, I don't miss that bitch
Yeah I'm not right, but I don't give a shit
Cried more times than I'd like to admit
I just keep falling down the pit
DCR tha gang
Yeah I hate my job, so I quit that shit
Had too many drinks, so I quit that shit
Smoked too many blunts, I should quit that shit
Hate my life, I can't quit that shit
Yeah I hate my job, so I quit that shit
Had too many drinks, so I quit that shit
Smoked too many blunts, I should quit that shit
Hate my life, I can't quit that shit
Yeah I cut her off, I don't miss that bitch
Yeah I'm not right, but I don't give a shit
Cried more times than I'd like to admit
I just keep falling down the pit
Thinking back to the night I tried to crash the whip
Never thought my life would end in that ditch
Drank too much, so now I feel sick
Live fast, die young, I had to make a switch (Skrt)
We could kill the night inside my car
But I just admire from afar
Week after week, my anxiety tweaks
Time passes by, and then we never speak
My head keeps spinning
I feel brain splitting
Prolly all these meds
Yeah this ain't a way of living
Tired of breathing and all these people leaving
Left me down bad, on the ground, I was bleeding
Yeah I hate my job, so I quit that shit
Had too many drinks, so I quit that shit
Smoked too many blunts, I should quit that shit
Hate my life, I can't quit that shit
Yeah I cut her off, I don't miss that bitch
Yeah I'm not right, but I don't give a shit
Cried more times than I'd like to admit
I just keep falling down the pit
I think I wanna die, cause I feel like shit
Tired of her lies, but they help me make a hit
I wanna fight when I get too lit
I don't get high, yeah I'm glad I quit (Yuh)
Shorty text me every day, it makes things confusing
When I hit the club, I feel like a loser
When I see her, I feel alright
And she really wanna spend the night, aye
Hit me up, all you do is put on baggage
I don't give a fuck about your life, you can't manage
How do you expect me to get any closer
You're out here making me feel like the Joker
My head keeps spinning
I feel brain splitting
Prolly all these meds
Yeah this ain't a way of living
Tired of breathing and all these people leaving
Left me down bad, on the ground, I was bleeding
Yeah I hate my job, so I quit that shit
Had too many drinks, so I quit that shit
Smoked too many blunts, I should quit that shit
Hate my life, I can't quit that shit
Yeah I cut her off, I don't miss that bitch
Yeah I'm not right, but I don't give a shit
Cried more times than I'd like to admit
I just keep falling down the pit
Credits
Writer(s): Youngmindtrip , Will Rosey
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