Coup De Grace

The prices on the gas are changing more than my outlook on life
And I don't need you to tell me I need medication
I'm fine being my own therapist

I've been having trouble getting out of bed
'Cuz i'd rather be with you, instead
A self-fulfilling prophecy
Chalk it up, chalk it up
To my mediocrity

All the money in my bank accounts gone and I don't know where it went
All these subscriptions like prescriptions in my pay feed
Tell me how to get rich quick

I've been having trouble getting out of bed
'Cuz i'd rather be with you, instead
A self-fulfilling prophecy
Chalk it up, chalk it up
To my mediocrity

All the time I spent sitting and complaining
Could've been more productive
And now I spent two years
Working on myself
And no one wants to hear it (Shut the fuck up)

I've been having trouble getting out of bed
'Cuz i'd rather be with you, instead
A self-fulfilling prophecy
Chalk it up, chalk it up, (Up, up, up, oh)

I've been having trouble getting out of bed
'Cuz i'd rather be with you, instead
A self-fulfilling prophecy
Chalk it up, chalk it up
To my mediocrity



Credits
Writer(s): Zack Newood
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link