Dependent
I lay in bed and think
i need to change my image
Stay inside and drink
Is not gon make a difference
Pray to god to lead me in the right direction
It's a blessing hoes come through i ain't got the right protection
Paranoia got me stressing bought a smith and Weston
I ain't even got no opps it's just my own reflection At the stand i call the shots cuz i got hella objections
She a fan i called her pops told him she a demon
Pick her up she suck me off ain't no trace of Seaman
On my way to the top let them know i'm leaving
And let em know it's Keenan
And let them know i'm breathing
I fought myself for years about time that i join Teams
We got the same fears and vision just got Different dreams
But if we work together
if we could make a team
Then i could stop the pressure
And have some time to think I was on the crevice
Really on the brink of life
Exploring my mind to see the light
I could leave it all behind
I could leave it all behind
I started off good but now evil what reside
And i lied cause i need you by my side
As much as i hate you
I still would rather die
Then to lose you to some bullshit
Why we gotta fight
To tell the truth i think i'm gonna die
I got blue pills laying in my stomach i'm so high
I got you something that i think you gonna like
On my way back from hell i had to stay a couple Nights
And i might not be well but the drugs make me fine
Yeah the drugs make me fine
And i might not be well but the drugs make me fine
Yeah the drugs make me right
That's addiction I'm contradicting
Like a system we some victims
At first it temps you with a perfect image
Tell the doctor i got symptoms
Still ain't no prescriptions
I'm not dependent i don't need it but it's my Tradition
My brain gotta be leaking it's in a bad condition
These drugs saved me from suicide i beat the Odds Now everyday in real life i seem so gone
So am i lost or is it good that i feel withdrawn
Maybe i just realized all my wright from wrongs
But in life there ain't no right or wrong it's just Colors and shapes And I got lighters and bongs
I'm getting higher then god
So stop worrying bout your problems leave it all To fate
i need to change my image
Stay inside and drink
Is not gon make a difference
Pray to god to lead me in the right direction
It's a blessing hoes come through i ain't got the right protection
Paranoia got me stressing bought a smith and Weston
I ain't even got no opps it's just my own reflection At the stand i call the shots cuz i got hella objections
She a fan i called her pops told him she a demon
Pick her up she suck me off ain't no trace of Seaman
On my way to the top let them know i'm leaving
And let em know it's Keenan
And let them know i'm breathing
I fought myself for years about time that i join Teams
We got the same fears and vision just got Different dreams
But if we work together
if we could make a team
Then i could stop the pressure
And have some time to think I was on the crevice
Really on the brink of life
Exploring my mind to see the light
I could leave it all behind
I could leave it all behind
I started off good but now evil what reside
And i lied cause i need you by my side
As much as i hate you
I still would rather die
Then to lose you to some bullshit
Why we gotta fight
To tell the truth i think i'm gonna die
I got blue pills laying in my stomach i'm so high
I got you something that i think you gonna like
On my way back from hell i had to stay a couple Nights
And i might not be well but the drugs make me fine
Yeah the drugs make me fine
And i might not be well but the drugs make me fine
Yeah the drugs make me right
That's addiction I'm contradicting
Like a system we some victims
At first it temps you with a perfect image
Tell the doctor i got symptoms
Still ain't no prescriptions
I'm not dependent i don't need it but it's my Tradition
My brain gotta be leaking it's in a bad condition
These drugs saved me from suicide i beat the Odds Now everyday in real life i seem so gone
So am i lost or is it good that i feel withdrawn
Maybe i just realized all my wright from wrongs
But in life there ain't no right or wrong it's just Colors and shapes And I got lighters and bongs
I'm getting higher then god
So stop worrying bout your problems leave it all To fate
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Writer(s): Keenan Hoover
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