Endless Cycle
So how we do it when we pouring up
We all depressed drinkin' up, lookin' for some love
Depressions takin' over, you hate this day n' age
Grab a glass, pour it up n' drink the pain away
The way that weed feels, the way the music hits
The way I run from problems, the way I'm used to it
The way I cry at night, and wonder who could love me
Some bitch despise me but I brag because she really fucked me
These insecurities could eat me alive
This shit gets through to me chewin ruthlessly at my insides
It's fuckin scrutiny i look at mirrors hatin the sight
A couple drinks a couple spliffs to push this pain to the side
It's all a mind fuck, i try to vent with these writtens
I ain't got shit to cry about I still got food all on these dishes
I ain't in the mood for these bitches but i still chase 'em through these dead ends
My shoulders and back carry pain to these cul de sac's im a bellend
No need for Insta trolls to tell me that i ain't all that
Fucked my ex bitch off, funny the way I crawled back
Get them drugs on ticker, every days my day off
I swear i need an oscar from this confidence i play off
It's all an endless cycle, just tryna' numb the pain
When thoughts get suicidal, when it turns day to day
Compare to other people, I feel so out of place
I'm feelin' like an Alien I come from outer space
It's all an endless cycle, just tryna' numb the pain
When thoughts get suicidal, when it turns day to day
Compare to other people, I feel so out of place
I'm feelin' like an Alien I come from outer space
We all depressed drinkin' up, lookin' for some love
Depressions takin' over, you hate this day n' age
Grab a glass, pour it up n' drink the pain away
The way that weed feels, the way the music hits
The way I run from problems, the way I'm used to it
The way I cry at night, and wonder who could love me
Some bitch despise me but I brag because she really fucked me
These insecurities could eat me alive
This shit gets through to me chewin ruthlessly at my insides
It's fuckin scrutiny i look at mirrors hatin the sight
A couple drinks a couple spliffs to push this pain to the side
It's all a mind fuck, i try to vent with these writtens
I ain't got shit to cry about I still got food all on these dishes
I ain't in the mood for these bitches but i still chase 'em through these dead ends
My shoulders and back carry pain to these cul de sac's im a bellend
No need for Insta trolls to tell me that i ain't all that
Fucked my ex bitch off, funny the way I crawled back
Get them drugs on ticker, every days my day off
I swear i need an oscar from this confidence i play off
It's all an endless cycle, just tryna' numb the pain
When thoughts get suicidal, when it turns day to day
Compare to other people, I feel so out of place
I'm feelin' like an Alien I come from outer space
It's all an endless cycle, just tryna' numb the pain
When thoughts get suicidal, when it turns day to day
Compare to other people, I feel so out of place
I'm feelin' like an Alien I come from outer space
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Writer(s): Jack Caulfield
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