For My Own Good
I'm getting too high, for my own, good
Sippin' on that drink in my hotel room
Pop a couple pills with my whole, crew
I'm getting too high (too high)
Tell me when it's over, tell me when I'm sober
Drink enough again to be borderline coma
Get lost in the moment, and fuck all exposure
From all the summer nights, to the cold October
Smoking on that green, so I don't reminisce,
On the past that I have, I've been tryna forget
Tryna give it all what I got left to give
But it's hard, missing drugs, when you can't even live
I'm getting too high, for my own, good
Sippin' on that drink in my hotel room
Pop a couple pills with my whole, crew
I'm getting too high (too high)
I'm getting too high, for my own, good
Sippin' on that drink in my hotel room
Pop a couple pills with my whole, crew
I'm getting too high (too high)
The drugs got me caught inside a vice grip
Can't decide, if I like it
Light up, by nine at night
Inhale it, hit me like a night stick
Drive a pike through my right side
Depending how fried I might get
Sprawled out over the staircase
In a basement
Escape this place
I don't feel safe in
Passed out with strangers
Spaced to danger
Dope laced with cocaine
Surrounded by foreign faces, but oh well
I'm getting too high, for my own, good
Sippin' on that drink in my hotel room
Pop a couple pills with my whole, crew
I'm getting too high (too high)
Sippin' on that drink in my hotel room
Pop a couple pills with my whole, crew
I'm getting too high (too high)
Tell me when it's over, tell me when I'm sober
Drink enough again to be borderline coma
Get lost in the moment, and fuck all exposure
From all the summer nights, to the cold October
Smoking on that green, so I don't reminisce,
On the past that I have, I've been tryna forget
Tryna give it all what I got left to give
But it's hard, missing drugs, when you can't even live
I'm getting too high, for my own, good
Sippin' on that drink in my hotel room
Pop a couple pills with my whole, crew
I'm getting too high (too high)
I'm getting too high, for my own, good
Sippin' on that drink in my hotel room
Pop a couple pills with my whole, crew
I'm getting too high (too high)
The drugs got me caught inside a vice grip
Can't decide, if I like it
Light up, by nine at night
Inhale it, hit me like a night stick
Drive a pike through my right side
Depending how fried I might get
Sprawled out over the staircase
In a basement
Escape this place
I don't feel safe in
Passed out with strangers
Spaced to danger
Dope laced with cocaine
Surrounded by foreign faces, but oh well
I'm getting too high, for my own, good
Sippin' on that drink in my hotel room
Pop a couple pills with my whole, crew
I'm getting too high (too high)
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Writer(s): Dominic Hultgren
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