Last Chance at Freedom
Sick and Tired of this Addiction
I'm Tweakin' Balls and I'm Cleanin' the Kitchen
Why did I do this to Myself
Everytime I try to get Sober
The next Fucking Day my Dealer Comes Over
And I'm all Strung out Again
I know I got some damn good Friends
They're the kind that'll back me until the End
But it's Time I said my Goodbyes
Livin' like this way has Taken it's Toll
It don't matter how long I think I can Go
Because Most Days I just wanna Fuckin' Die
Sick of Getting Myself Stabbed in the Back
I'm Just Sittin' here and smokin' all yer Crack
Know That Life's Fuckin' Me in the Ass
You Gotta Look to the Future To Forget the Past
Don't Deserve this, Don't Know what I did
Sooner Or Later Something's got to Give
Gotta get off your Ass
Gotta get to Thinkin'
Gotta quit the Dope
You Gotta Start Drinkin'
And I'm Tired of Feeling Like a Fucking Zombie
Excess Always gets the Best of me
It's the Plight that Lacerates my Paling Soul
The person I was fell Between the Tracks
Consigned to Oblivion I'm Under Attack
Unearth this Child Refused and Broken Down
Gotta Take what I can and Cultivate
Before the Next Time my Pupils Dilate
Because Next time I won't be Coming Back
It's your Last Chance at Freedom, Don't Take a Breath
Discern that There's no Such thing as Death
To Turn on a Light when Everything Went Black
Oh that dope it Tastes so Good
Let's go Take another Loker hit
I don't know if I should
My gums bleed and I don't give a shit
Slow Death is the Life for Me
Claw my Fuckin' Eye's until I Bleed
And I can Fuckin' See
Sick of Getting' Myself Stabbed in the Back
I'm Just Sittin' here and smokin' all yer Crack
Looks Like Life's Gone Fleeting Real Fast
You Gotta Look to the Future To Forget the Past
Don't Deserve this, Don't Know what I did
Sooner Or Later Something's got to Give
Gotta get off your Ass
Gotta get to Thinkin'
Gotta quit the Dope
You Gotta Start Drinkin'
Sick and Tired of this Addiction
I'm Tweakin' Balls and I'm Cleanin' the Kitchen
Why did I do this to Myself
Everytime I try to get Sober
The next Fucking Day my Dealer Comes Over
And I'm all Strung out Again
I know I got some damn good Friends
They're the kind that'll back me until the End
But it's Time I said my Goodbyes
Livin' this way has Taken it's Toll
It don't matter how long I think I can Go
Because Most Days I just wanna Fuckin' Die
I'm Tweakin' Balls and I'm Cleanin' the Kitchen
Why did I do this to Myself
Everytime I try to get Sober
The next Fucking Day my Dealer Comes Over
And I'm all Strung out Again
I know I got some damn good Friends
They're the kind that'll back me until the End
But it's Time I said my Goodbyes
Livin' like this way has Taken it's Toll
It don't matter how long I think I can Go
Because Most Days I just wanna Fuckin' Die
Sick of Getting Myself Stabbed in the Back
I'm Just Sittin' here and smokin' all yer Crack
Know That Life's Fuckin' Me in the Ass
You Gotta Look to the Future To Forget the Past
Don't Deserve this, Don't Know what I did
Sooner Or Later Something's got to Give
Gotta get off your Ass
Gotta get to Thinkin'
Gotta quit the Dope
You Gotta Start Drinkin'
And I'm Tired of Feeling Like a Fucking Zombie
Excess Always gets the Best of me
It's the Plight that Lacerates my Paling Soul
The person I was fell Between the Tracks
Consigned to Oblivion I'm Under Attack
Unearth this Child Refused and Broken Down
Gotta Take what I can and Cultivate
Before the Next Time my Pupils Dilate
Because Next time I won't be Coming Back
It's your Last Chance at Freedom, Don't Take a Breath
Discern that There's no Such thing as Death
To Turn on a Light when Everything Went Black
Oh that dope it Tastes so Good
Let's go Take another Loker hit
I don't know if I should
My gums bleed and I don't give a shit
Slow Death is the Life for Me
Claw my Fuckin' Eye's until I Bleed
And I can Fuckin' See
Sick of Getting' Myself Stabbed in the Back
I'm Just Sittin' here and smokin' all yer Crack
Looks Like Life's Gone Fleeting Real Fast
You Gotta Look to the Future To Forget the Past
Don't Deserve this, Don't Know what I did
Sooner Or Later Something's got to Give
Gotta get off your Ass
Gotta get to Thinkin'
Gotta quit the Dope
You Gotta Start Drinkin'
Sick and Tired of this Addiction
I'm Tweakin' Balls and I'm Cleanin' the Kitchen
Why did I do this to Myself
Everytime I try to get Sober
The next Fucking Day my Dealer Comes Over
And I'm all Strung out Again
I know I got some damn good Friends
They're the kind that'll back me until the End
But it's Time I said my Goodbyes
Livin' this way has Taken it's Toll
It don't matter how long I think I can Go
Because Most Days I just wanna Fuckin' Die
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Webster, Edward Longo, Jimmy Grogan, Luke Lindell, Steven Nicol
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