These Days

I try to keep the past where it's at these days
It's hard to keep track where I'm at these days
Drinking til I fade to black these days
Can't relax these days cuz the past replays
I think I'll wait to say I made it passed these days til I'm actually safe

Been running from these hell-hounds
Momma thinks I'm hell-bound
But she never believed in me and I can really tell now
I'm excellent at facial expressions and disappointment's the only one hers seems to spell Out
I'd die before I sell out
Fuck new friends and loose end
My new chick is clueless
If she really thinks she's apart of my blueprint
You ain't the only that goes through shit
Put a pistol into my toolkit
Look who's one of the cool kids now

I try to keep the past where it's at these days
It's hard to keep track where I'm at these days
Drinking til I fade to black these days
Can't relax these days cuz the past replays
I think I'll wait to say I made it passed these days til I'm actually safe

Where's my head at ain't no telling
My heart don't feel love cuz I won't let it
Instead I'm at the crib with the music up loud getting wild with some bitches like it's Fucking Coachella
Yeah yeah
I'll play the bag guy though
Why be the hero when I'm so good at the bad guy role
But shit my wallet got a tendency to unfold now
Don't wanna run in to me once the sun goes down

I try to keep the past where it's at these days
It's hard to keep track where I'm at these days
Drinking til I fade to black these days
Can't relax these days cuz the past replays
I think I'll wait to say I made it passed these days til I'm actually safe