Save Me
(Turn that light off in there)
(Nah that's the mood)
(That's the ambiance right there)
(Woo)
Woke up heavy week and my head's sore
Rolled some Gelonade straight into a black raw
Had to piss
Walked straight into the bathroom door
That one hurt
I gotta lay off these pills more
I'm filled with regret
I'm filled with remorse
But I'm young and I'm dumb
So, fuck one pill I'll pop three I'll pop four
(I'll pop three I'll pop four)
(I'll pop three I'll pop four)
I lie and I say I ain't popping anymore
I only pop a couple nowadays
That's what I tell them all anyway
It's me against the world
I'll make it out of here
No holiday
On a beach with my Bae
I gotta find a way
Till then I'll keep dropping tracks
Stuck up in this maze
My town got me so depressed
Chain smoking haze
Too many xans, too many zoots
I've been blazed
I'm numb to it now
But this life would have the young me amazed
I've seen so much, I ain't even fazed
Back to my old ways
I'm getting paid
I call the plug in the morning
Go and get some grade
Stuck up in this flat
I thought it'd be a phase
I'm still out here
Avoiding all this hate
I'll get the big house on the Hills
Can't wait, for my own gate
Nice restaurants, order up a steak
Bottles of the Clicquot popping by the crate
My girl, she just happy if we leave the estate
I gotta keep it humble
Can't afford to look bait
But trust me, the way things are going as of late
I ain't even got the time to take her on a date
But I ain't got the bag
Either way,
Music got me breaking the law
I can't eat, buy a beat, hit the studio if I'm broke
If I'm piss poor
There's nothing left for me around here no more
I got the key, I'm just trynna find the right door
Till then I'll keep dropping tracks till my throat's sore
(Till my throat's sore)
Frustrated with my life
Course I want more
That's why I pop pills, smoke weed
Till I'm no longer bored
I sip champagne just to take away the pain
God, please take these dark thoughts off my brain
I'm stuck inside my flat
I think I've gone insane
I let the drinks pour
Like the English rain
Wake up in the morning
It's the same shit again
Lockdown, stuck inside
Man, it feels like a cage
When's it going to change?
I can't wait to get back on a stage
Fuck a nine to five
I don't work for a wage
Just a pen and pad
Let me fill the whole fucking page
This is my passion
I'm trynna get paid
If not, Oh well
Imma smoke the day away
If not, Oh well
Imma smoke the day away
(Imma smoke the day away)
This is my passion
I'm trynna get paid
If not, Oh well
Imma smoke the day away
If not, Oh well
Imma smoke the day away
(Imma smoke the day away)
(Nah that's the mood)
(That's the ambiance right there)
(Woo)
(Nah that's the mood)
(That's the ambiance right there)
(Woo)
Woke up heavy week and my head's sore
Rolled some Gelonade straight into a black raw
Had to piss
Walked straight into the bathroom door
That one hurt
I gotta lay off these pills more
I'm filled with regret
I'm filled with remorse
But I'm young and I'm dumb
So, fuck one pill I'll pop three I'll pop four
(I'll pop three I'll pop four)
(I'll pop three I'll pop four)
I lie and I say I ain't popping anymore
I only pop a couple nowadays
That's what I tell them all anyway
It's me against the world
I'll make it out of here
No holiday
On a beach with my Bae
I gotta find a way
Till then I'll keep dropping tracks
Stuck up in this maze
My town got me so depressed
Chain smoking haze
Too many xans, too many zoots
I've been blazed
I'm numb to it now
But this life would have the young me amazed
I've seen so much, I ain't even fazed
Back to my old ways
I'm getting paid
I call the plug in the morning
Go and get some grade
Stuck up in this flat
I thought it'd be a phase
I'm still out here
Avoiding all this hate
I'll get the big house on the Hills
Can't wait, for my own gate
Nice restaurants, order up a steak
Bottles of the Clicquot popping by the crate
My girl, she just happy if we leave the estate
I gotta keep it humble
Can't afford to look bait
But trust me, the way things are going as of late
I ain't even got the time to take her on a date
But I ain't got the bag
Either way,
Music got me breaking the law
I can't eat, buy a beat, hit the studio if I'm broke
If I'm piss poor
There's nothing left for me around here no more
I got the key, I'm just trynna find the right door
Till then I'll keep dropping tracks till my throat's sore
(Till my throat's sore)
Frustrated with my life
Course I want more
That's why I pop pills, smoke weed
Till I'm no longer bored
I sip champagne just to take away the pain
God, please take these dark thoughts off my brain
I'm stuck inside my flat
I think I've gone insane
I let the drinks pour
Like the English rain
Wake up in the morning
It's the same shit again
Lockdown, stuck inside
Man, it feels like a cage
When's it going to change?
I can't wait to get back on a stage
Fuck a nine to five
I don't work for a wage
Just a pen and pad
Let me fill the whole fucking page
This is my passion
I'm trynna get paid
If not, Oh well
Imma smoke the day away
If not, Oh well
Imma smoke the day away
(Imma smoke the day away)
This is my passion
I'm trynna get paid
If not, Oh well
Imma smoke the day away
If not, Oh well
Imma smoke the day away
(Imma smoke the day away)
(Nah that's the mood)
(That's the ambiance right there)
(Woo)
Credits
Writer(s): Brett Charles Hayes
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