These days i'm only good at layin flat on my back (feat. Esther Hz)

Hands on the clock unspool and spin outta whack
Shadow moves across the room until it's all black
Reach my arm over the edge and flick off the ash
These days I'm only good for layin flat on my back

Stare up at the ceiling waiting for it to crack
All the energy is gone that i used to have
Guess that I don't need it now guess that was all that
These days I'm only good for layin flat on my back

All day yesterday and since the month before that
Busted piston smokin it goes clackety clack
Arms lay at my sides all numb and covered with tracks
Everybody on me needs to stay the fuck back

All those bills were piled up and stacked in a stack
Mixed in with the trash and I just couldn't keep track (they'll come for you eventually)
Now they sit with dustbunnies that slipped through the cracks (what will you do)
These days I'm only good at layin flat on my back

Hands on the clock unspool and spin outta whack
Shadow moves across the room until it's all black
Reach my arm over the edge and flick off the ash
These days I'm only good for layin flat on my back



Credits
Writer(s): Donald Crowder
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