Ross From Friends
I've had enough
I can feel it in my bones
Getting weaker by the day
Will I make it?
I don't know
Outta luck
I been feeling so alone
Contemplating my mistakes
And drinking whiskey on my own
Give a fuck
You can't tell me what to say
I been talking all my shit
I'ma do it my own way
Live for fun
Tryna make up for the day
I end up inside my grave
And leave behind my memories
Never miss
Always making hits
Coming out with bangers
Like its 2006
I reminisce
When I was just a kid
I never thought I'd make a song
And now I'm doing this
I'll be the one to make it in this shitty little city
Everybody thinks the grass is greener
Nah it aint that pretty
Separated by religion
Man its such a fucking pity
Dont believe the news
Or what you're watching on the TV
Risk taker
Certified waster
Sippin on the liquor
Give a fuck about a chaser
Hit maker
High speed racer
Always been a prick
But never been a heart breaker
Every day I tell myself
That I'm a better man
I don't think anyone else
Will ever understand
I've been building myself up
From the ground again
To get to get to the top
You gotta take a chance
I've had enough
I can feel it in my bones
Getting weaker by the day
Will I make it?
I don't know
Outta luck
I been feeling so alone
Contemplating my mistakes
And drinking whiskey on my own
Give a fuck
You can't tell me what to say
I been talking all my shit
I'ma do it my own way
Live for fun
Tryna make up for the day
I end up inside my grave
And leave behind my memories
I can feel it in my bones
Getting weaker by the day
Will I make it?
I don't know
Outta luck
I been feeling so alone
Contemplating my mistakes
And drinking whiskey on my own
Give a fuck
You can't tell me what to say
I been talking all my shit
I'ma do it my own way
Live for fun
Tryna make up for the day
I end up inside my grave
And leave behind my memories
Never miss
Always making hits
Coming out with bangers
Like its 2006
I reminisce
When I was just a kid
I never thought I'd make a song
And now I'm doing this
I'll be the one to make it in this shitty little city
Everybody thinks the grass is greener
Nah it aint that pretty
Separated by religion
Man its such a fucking pity
Dont believe the news
Or what you're watching on the TV
Risk taker
Certified waster
Sippin on the liquor
Give a fuck about a chaser
Hit maker
High speed racer
Always been a prick
But never been a heart breaker
Every day I tell myself
That I'm a better man
I don't think anyone else
Will ever understand
I've been building myself up
From the ground again
To get to get to the top
You gotta take a chance
I've had enough
I can feel it in my bones
Getting weaker by the day
Will I make it?
I don't know
Outta luck
I been feeling so alone
Contemplating my mistakes
And drinking whiskey on my own
Give a fuck
You can't tell me what to say
I been talking all my shit
I'ma do it my own way
Live for fun
Tryna make up for the day
I end up inside my grave
And leave behind my memories
Credits
Writer(s): Ross Moore, Yunny Goldz
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