hold my head (feat. Max Berman & Bryce Foster)

Trouble by the morning air, my fear is the culprit
Pickin' at my brain, hope my bones clear from the vultures
Stumbling I got here, my head back from the pulpit
Rickety the train of thought maneuvers through the culture
Trouble by the morning air, my fear is the culprit
Pickin' at my brain, hope my bones clear from the vultures
Stumbling I got here, my head back from the pulpit
Rickety the train of thought maneuvers through the culture

They tell me talkin be my best friend
All the sorrow gone if you just, let go of your hard head
A man too full of pride can't open up about his hardships
Tough shit, he climbed up on the edge about to jump ship
Shit, they say the world gettin' less cold, it's ironic
Cause I find myself gettin' colder and colder
Ain't try to stop it in a minute
His mind a mosh pit, can't pick a topic
What's to say about the man who found his path but then he lost it?
And if he cant get it back, then what it cost him
To regain the confidence that he one had in his knowledge?
Mama's son, on the run, you better drop the funny shit
Cause if karma come, then all along, you knew you ain't been running shit
The last good moment was on vacation drinking rum and gin
You rummaged in the back of your mind and you still aint come with shit
She said to turn a new leaf
She said to prove that you love me and instead you didn't do shit
And to yourself you couldn't prove it
The notebook been demanding emotions, but
Aint nothing left but a man that is broken
But in hindsight, Ima prolly die like this
Wine bottle in hand down it right beside my cliff
Fuck it though, I hit the pavement
Headphones is all I take to heart
Thought I found a pot of gold, but had another snake to charm
The basket weaved disaster, bottle plastered, I couldn't eat
Until I'm certain I wont die by a good deed

Trouble by the morning air, my fear is the culprit
Pickin' at my brain, hope my bones clear from the vultures
Stumbling I got here, my head back from the pulpit
Rickety the train of thought maneuvers through the culture
(Trouble by the morning air), my fear is the culprit
Pickin' at my brain, hope my bones clear from the vultures
Stumbling I got here, my head back from the pulpit
Rickety the train of thought maneuvers through the culture
Now I'm here

I said to hold on, if you need me
If you can, hold on to the light
Hold on
Hold on, hold on
When the road is tough, and your losing your grip
Just hold on
Hold on, hold on
La-di-da-di-da-da, Da-da-di-da, da-da-da
Hold on, hold on
La-di-da-di-da-da, Da-da-di-da,
Hold on