Ride
I spend awake days gettin' twisted
Futuristic fast-frame pictures on my Playstation 4
Shootin' kids online passes time, but my girlfriend hates it
I like your girl, uh, I like my girlfriend nakey
I think a lot about who I think I should be
Then get very fuckin' angry at who I'm not, life's confusin'
Let us not cry over spilled milk, but if you spill the whiskey it will get violent
For all is well felt over a glass of black label, I don't do red
I spend away days far too often
Some could say it's become a problem, but problem I see not
I like to participate in life's little edge
From time to time I take a little ride over that edge
Ride over edge
Way up left, change lanes, loves high, hates taste
Stayin' down, can't escape, let me loose, break the cage
Fuck is this? Not yourself, shattered glass, someone else
No one cares, no one helps, broken stairs, climb themselves
So-called friends are for life, I got scars last longer than the memories we had
I'm not sure if it's me why they're back, it seems sad
I can't breathe under lungs that I've nearly collapsed
I need three just to get me to the place out the black
I can't scream 'cause the voices are not shoutin' me back
These daydreams are just nightmares I'm caught in, I feel trapped
This nose bleeds down the face of what narcotics have slapped, I can't breathe, I might
Ride over edge
I spend away nights gettin' twisted
Hedonistic sex like pictures on my iPhone 12
Postin' pics online passes time, but my girlfriend hates it
I heard my girl, uh, I heard your girlfriend fakes it
I think a lot about where I should be
Then get very fuckin' happy with where I am, life's a dream
Let us not sleep on the harsh reality that wakin' up will hurt
For life is that pretty little barmaid, and although she's sweet
Just remember that she indeed will call time when you least expect it
Don't hold out on love, for love is available in bags of two or three
And usually costs no more than a 1000 of your hard-earned pennies
I smoke leaves from time to time
Not somethin' I'm proud of, I just don't enjoy reality
I like my life in halves, half-fulls can look half-empty at times
But thanks to the later licensin' laws, it's somewhat easy to get a top-up
Ride over edge
Way up left, change lanes, loves high, hates taste
Stayin' down, can't escape, let me loose, break the cage
Fuck is this? Not yourself, shattered glass, someone else
No one cares, no one helps, broken stairs, climb themselves
So-called friends are for life
I got scars last longer than the memories we'd had
I'm not sure if it's me why they're back, it seems sad
I can't breathe under lungs that I've nearly collapsed
I need three just to get me to the place out the black
I can't scream 'cause the voices are not shoutin' me back
These daydreams are just nightmares I'm caught in, I feel trapped
This nose bleeds down the face of what narcotics have slapped, I can't breathe, I might
Futuristic fast-frame pictures on my Playstation 4
Shootin' kids online passes time, but my girlfriend hates it
I like your girl, uh, I like my girlfriend nakey
I think a lot about who I think I should be
Then get very fuckin' angry at who I'm not, life's confusin'
Let us not cry over spilled milk, but if you spill the whiskey it will get violent
For all is well felt over a glass of black label, I don't do red
I spend away days far too often
Some could say it's become a problem, but problem I see not
I like to participate in life's little edge
From time to time I take a little ride over that edge
Ride over edge
Way up left, change lanes, loves high, hates taste
Stayin' down, can't escape, let me loose, break the cage
Fuck is this? Not yourself, shattered glass, someone else
No one cares, no one helps, broken stairs, climb themselves
So-called friends are for life, I got scars last longer than the memories we had
I'm not sure if it's me why they're back, it seems sad
I can't breathe under lungs that I've nearly collapsed
I need three just to get me to the place out the black
I can't scream 'cause the voices are not shoutin' me back
These daydreams are just nightmares I'm caught in, I feel trapped
This nose bleeds down the face of what narcotics have slapped, I can't breathe, I might
Ride over edge
I spend away nights gettin' twisted
Hedonistic sex like pictures on my iPhone 12
Postin' pics online passes time, but my girlfriend hates it
I heard my girl, uh, I heard your girlfriend fakes it
I think a lot about where I should be
Then get very fuckin' happy with where I am, life's a dream
Let us not sleep on the harsh reality that wakin' up will hurt
For life is that pretty little barmaid, and although she's sweet
Just remember that she indeed will call time when you least expect it
Don't hold out on love, for love is available in bags of two or three
And usually costs no more than a 1000 of your hard-earned pennies
I smoke leaves from time to time
Not somethin' I'm proud of, I just don't enjoy reality
I like my life in halves, half-fulls can look half-empty at times
But thanks to the later licensin' laws, it's somewhat easy to get a top-up
Ride over edge
Way up left, change lanes, loves high, hates taste
Stayin' down, can't escape, let me loose, break the cage
Fuck is this? Not yourself, shattered glass, someone else
No one cares, no one helps, broken stairs, climb themselves
So-called friends are for life
I got scars last longer than the memories we'd had
I'm not sure if it's me why they're back, it seems sad
I can't breathe under lungs that I've nearly collapsed
I need three just to get me to the place out the black
I can't scream 'cause the voices are not shoutin' me back
These daydreams are just nightmares I'm caught in, I feel trapped
This nose bleeds down the face of what narcotics have slapped, I can't breathe, I might
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Writer(s): Brian James
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