Wallet Loser (feat. Cannon Hunt)
Well I'm a wallet loser ten minutes late
I locked my keys inside my car
I set my clock to snooze & I masturbate
While the weeds grow tall in my yard
I can honestly appreciate the virtue of working hard
But it's a slow surmise & it's a small escape that keep pulling on my heart
& I know I'm going to feel it later
When it bites me in the ass
The scars were scabbing over; I picked them
Here's hoping that someone else will clean up the mess
Well I'm the thing of soup in the back of your fridge
That nobody wants to touch
I'm a pile of cloaths; I'm a dirty dish
That you left because it was all too much
& I'd sure like to be different, dependable, and strong
But every hour that I waist feels safe so I call it home
& I know I'm going to feel it later
When it bites me in the ass
The scars were scabbing over; I picked them
Here's hoping that someone else will clean up the mess
& I know I'm going to feel it later
When it bites me in the ass
The scars were scabbing over; I picked them
Here's hoping that someone else will clean up the mess
Mostly I just feel dumb
Guess that's the pride in every part of me
Don't know exactly what I'm running from
Don't know exactly what I'm supposed to be
But I know I'm going to feel it later
When it bites me in the ass
The scars were scabbing over; I picked them
Here's hoping that someone else will clean up the mess
& I know I'm going to feel it later
When it bites me in the ass
The scars were scabbing over; I picked them
Game over; it's a ruby red panic attack
I locked my keys inside my car
I set my clock to snooze & I masturbate
While the weeds grow tall in my yard
I can honestly appreciate the virtue of working hard
But it's a slow surmise & it's a small escape that keep pulling on my heart
& I know I'm going to feel it later
When it bites me in the ass
The scars were scabbing over; I picked them
Here's hoping that someone else will clean up the mess
Well I'm the thing of soup in the back of your fridge
That nobody wants to touch
I'm a pile of cloaths; I'm a dirty dish
That you left because it was all too much
& I'd sure like to be different, dependable, and strong
But every hour that I waist feels safe so I call it home
& I know I'm going to feel it later
When it bites me in the ass
The scars were scabbing over; I picked them
Here's hoping that someone else will clean up the mess
& I know I'm going to feel it later
When it bites me in the ass
The scars were scabbing over; I picked them
Here's hoping that someone else will clean up the mess
Mostly I just feel dumb
Guess that's the pride in every part of me
Don't know exactly what I'm running from
Don't know exactly what I'm supposed to be
But I know I'm going to feel it later
When it bites me in the ass
The scars were scabbing over; I picked them
Here's hoping that someone else will clean up the mess
& I know I'm going to feel it later
When it bites me in the ass
The scars were scabbing over; I picked them
Game over; it's a ruby red panic attack
Credits
Writer(s): Sawyer Norman
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