Vice
When I was just a kid I was told just hang on, sit tight
That growing up would fix it all
But that shit never really sit right
Now I'm throwing up, missing calls, missing flights
I gotta hitch hike
Never had insight
Always knew that my clothes man, they never really fit right
They were skin tight
Uncomfortable in my own skin, said woah kid
Just take a breath and then hold it
Man I know you know how, you're smoking
Now focus, don't blow this
I'm telling you to watch who you roll with
One day you'll be chillin by the ocean
Next day in a ditch with your throat slit
Oh shit
That's life with the vice that you cope with
But it's hocus pocus
Made up, until you're choking
Neck deep and drowning in addictive potions
Still posing
Just soaking
In your brand new pricey clothing
Ain't nobody gonna notice
So, you better start floating
No, I'm not joking
Man I never gave a fuck
You can send me to hell
Or send me to jail
Everybody begged me to fail
It's nothing new
Fuck you and all your heavenly trail shit
I'm just begging for sales
Did another bump like I'm spelling in braille
Got a lot of faith in whose selling me rails
But that last motherfucker
That's a hell of a tale
Shit
Special delivery
Bars like armed artillery
Are you feeling me
Karma's always killing me
Catching up causing injuries
We're already scarred and blistering
Telling us that we're so far from history
Picking reality stars or Hillary's hardly a liberty
Are you kidding me
Furniture's carved in Italy
Run through the house, that marbles slippery
Busted my ass
Still never solved my misery
I say what I want when I want
I'm tired of thinking that I'm a savant
I'm stuck in the past 'cause life's going fast
I can't put to words the shit that I want
It's graphic
Still going straight to the basket
She be fucking like a rabbit
Ratchet but I knew I had to have it
So I tapped it
Slapped it
Man we were always making racket
Good times turned to bad times when it's half time
And she rolled over, started chatting
Shit happens
I'm just tryna kick bad habits
Waking up late, can't see straight
Heads pounding
Skull cracking
What the fuck happened
Get up, and then I'm running to the cabinet
Come back and she told me get to packin
Fuck that man I gotta find my jacket
When I was just a kid I was told just hang on, sit tight
That growing up would fix it all
But that shit never really sit right
Now I'm throwing up, missing calls, missing flights
I gotta hitch hike
Never had insight
Always knew that my clothes man,
They never really fit right
They were skin tight
I never really fit right
That growing up would fix it all
But that shit never really sit right
Now I'm throwing up, missing calls, missing flights
I gotta hitch hike
Never had insight
Always knew that my clothes man, they never really fit right
They were skin tight
Uncomfortable in my own skin, said woah kid
Just take a breath and then hold it
Man I know you know how, you're smoking
Now focus, don't blow this
I'm telling you to watch who you roll with
One day you'll be chillin by the ocean
Next day in a ditch with your throat slit
Oh shit
That's life with the vice that you cope with
But it's hocus pocus
Made up, until you're choking
Neck deep and drowning in addictive potions
Still posing
Just soaking
In your brand new pricey clothing
Ain't nobody gonna notice
So, you better start floating
No, I'm not joking
Man I never gave a fuck
You can send me to hell
Or send me to jail
Everybody begged me to fail
It's nothing new
Fuck you and all your heavenly trail shit
I'm just begging for sales
Did another bump like I'm spelling in braille
Got a lot of faith in whose selling me rails
But that last motherfucker
That's a hell of a tale
Shit
Special delivery
Bars like armed artillery
Are you feeling me
Karma's always killing me
Catching up causing injuries
We're already scarred and blistering
Telling us that we're so far from history
Picking reality stars or Hillary's hardly a liberty
Are you kidding me
Furniture's carved in Italy
Run through the house, that marbles slippery
Busted my ass
Still never solved my misery
I say what I want when I want
I'm tired of thinking that I'm a savant
I'm stuck in the past 'cause life's going fast
I can't put to words the shit that I want
It's graphic
Still going straight to the basket
She be fucking like a rabbit
Ratchet but I knew I had to have it
So I tapped it
Slapped it
Man we were always making racket
Good times turned to bad times when it's half time
And she rolled over, started chatting
Shit happens
I'm just tryna kick bad habits
Waking up late, can't see straight
Heads pounding
Skull cracking
What the fuck happened
Get up, and then I'm running to the cabinet
Come back and she told me get to packin
Fuck that man I gotta find my jacket
When I was just a kid I was told just hang on, sit tight
That growing up would fix it all
But that shit never really sit right
Now I'm throwing up, missing calls, missing flights
I gotta hitch hike
Never had insight
Always knew that my clothes man,
They never really fit right
They were skin tight
I never really fit right
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Writer(s): Leo Traum
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