Smoke
Really do feel dead
I'm defeated
Kind of feel six feet, depth
Still, I still fuckin' try
I tread on, even though I dread what's wrong
What's coming out of this song
Cuz I don't feel strong
Still, I play along through the smoke
Through the fire, through the fog
By now you should know I don't fuck with no one
We don't get along
But at times I feel like got when I'm winning
And I know he feels stung when I'm sinning
Using this pain that I live with to my advantage
Got to work with what you got cuz forever I'm a have it
Accepting that sadness is my fashion
So I fuckin' wear it, and my souls tearing
And eventually everyone's gonna be staring, yeah
Expressing myself is my only errand
I do this shit all day
This my life
This my life
Really do feel dead
I'm defeated
Kind of feel six feet, depth
Still, I still fuckin' try
I tread on, even though I dread what's wrong
What's coming out of this song
Cuz I don't feel strong
Still, I play along through the smoke
Through the fire, through the fog
By now you should know I got a couple problems
I don't know how to solve them
I got a lot of them
I don't know where they stem from
Kind of feel like a chosen one
I'm defeated
Kind of feel six feet, depth
Still, I still fuckin' try
I tread on, even though I dread what's wrong
What's coming out of this song
Cuz I don't feel strong
Still, I play along through the smoke
Through the fire, through the fog
By now you should know I don't fuck with no one
We don't get along
But at times I feel like got when I'm winning
And I know he feels stung when I'm sinning
Using this pain that I live with to my advantage
Got to work with what you got cuz forever I'm a have it
Accepting that sadness is my fashion
So I fuckin' wear it, and my souls tearing
And eventually everyone's gonna be staring, yeah
Expressing myself is my only errand
I do this shit all day
This my life
This my life
Really do feel dead
I'm defeated
Kind of feel six feet, depth
Still, I still fuckin' try
I tread on, even though I dread what's wrong
What's coming out of this song
Cuz I don't feel strong
Still, I play along through the smoke
Through the fire, through the fog
By now you should know I got a couple problems
I don't know how to solve them
I got a lot of them
I don't know where they stem from
Kind of feel like a chosen one
Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Esparza
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