Going No Where
Sometimes
I feel like
I'm going
I'm Going nowhere
Sometimes
I feel like
I'm going
I'm Going nowhere
Sometimes
I feel like
I'm going
I'm Going nowhere
Nowhere
Wake me up
Full liquor in my cup
It numbs the pain when I have to Trust
Demons yes are us
To have angels wings would be Clutch
I'm happy when I'm not sober
Some of my relationships need Closure
I'm the prime example of loser
Every day feels like October
She wanted to know the real me
And she got scared when I showed her
And now we close to over
I'm driving drunk down 485
I should probably change over
I'm riding close to the rail
This ain't the first time that I failed
Imma trap & roll bully causing hell
Can't you tell
Imma go out like a rockstar
Fuck it oh well
Till the next time I see you
Middle finger in your mail
I'm just another quarter falling
In a wishing well
Sometimes
I feel like
I'm Going nowhere
Sometimes
I feel like
I'm Going nowhere
I'm going nowhere
I'm going nowhere
I'm going nowhere
It's Charleston in this bitch
We going Geechee
You feel me?
I been working like a slave y'all
Am I the only one dancing on Graveyards?
If anything I'm glad that I ain't y'all
Now I'm a beast who gonna save y'all
Black Chucky Doll
You should get to know me
I'm your favorite rockstar
I'm vibing to myself
With no strings on the guitar
I'm just pushing through because
Life is getting hard
Sometimes
I feel like
I'm going
I'm going nowhere
I'm going nowhere
I'm going nowhere
I'm going nowhere
I'm going nowhere
I feel like
I'm going
I'm Going nowhere
Sometimes
I feel like
I'm going
I'm Going nowhere
Sometimes
I feel like
I'm going
I'm Going nowhere
Nowhere
Wake me up
Full liquor in my cup
It numbs the pain when I have to Trust
Demons yes are us
To have angels wings would be Clutch
I'm happy when I'm not sober
Some of my relationships need Closure
I'm the prime example of loser
Every day feels like October
She wanted to know the real me
And she got scared when I showed her
And now we close to over
I'm driving drunk down 485
I should probably change over
I'm riding close to the rail
This ain't the first time that I failed
Imma trap & roll bully causing hell
Can't you tell
Imma go out like a rockstar
Fuck it oh well
Till the next time I see you
Middle finger in your mail
I'm just another quarter falling
In a wishing well
Sometimes
I feel like
I'm Going nowhere
Sometimes
I feel like
I'm Going nowhere
I'm going nowhere
I'm going nowhere
I'm going nowhere
It's Charleston in this bitch
We going Geechee
You feel me?
I been working like a slave y'all
Am I the only one dancing on Graveyards?
If anything I'm glad that I ain't y'all
Now I'm a beast who gonna save y'all
Black Chucky Doll
You should get to know me
I'm your favorite rockstar
I'm vibing to myself
With no strings on the guitar
I'm just pushing through because
Life is getting hard
Sometimes
I feel like
I'm going
I'm going nowhere
I'm going nowhere
I'm going nowhere
I'm going nowhere
I'm going nowhere
Credits
Writer(s): Foster Thomas
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