Vice Grips

Cant ever let myself retreat
No I gotta be me
I just can't see
How i'm supposed to be
Got this gut feeling, stuck with me
Been up all night
Up all week
Losing sleep, but i gotta get back to me
I been rolling through these times, like a rolling stone
5 Degree incline
Kept finding myself back home
Guess my psyche, got me out of the zone
Still in a better position
Even with my back against the wall
I'm standing tall
I guess my mind really carries me away
Like a psychedelic trip
Some shit I can't explain
Never could stay in one lane
I guess I can admit
I'm too split
Even, in the process of thought
I keep getting caught up
I was brought up
In a wonderful home
In a wonderful home
Family can be grounding
When you're feeling alone
Now i gotta new life
New wife, new house, new attitude
Let me show some gratitude
Thanks to everybody
That elevated my mood
Shot out to mac
Nothing like some good news
Thank god I went and changed up my views
I was so skewed
But that's old news
What matters is I stayed glued
To improving myself
Mostly away from booze
Coming from a time before
When i lived off the brews
I was so confused
Young and restless
Under duress
Infested with struggling thoughts
Tested, but i needed the lessons
To be besting, and investing
In my spare time
To bring out my shine
Feeling great not just fine
Can't let myself fall behind
Now it's time
To loosen up this vice grip
Wait a minute
Can you spark me up right quick
Shit

Vices
No versa
These vices will hurt ya
Shut your eyes blind
Dopamine desert ya
Moderations fine
But addictions can be a fine line
A fine line

Vices
No versa
These vices will hurt ya
Shut your eyes blind
Dopamine desert ya
Moderations fine
But addictions can be a fine line
A fine line



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Writer(s): Brandon Surette
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