Road To Hell
My patience is breaking the levy
Me and self doubt been goin steady for a while
My hopes my dream
Must be sleeping in the back seat
Faith in myself is M.I.A
If you see him on the street say hey!
Hey man we gotta get straight
I been dressing my depression up
In costumes and make up
Its Halloween everyday I wake up
When the days' done I drag my head home and think bout a life on the run
Maybe life itself is just too much
Baby I think I'm done
I built a road to hell for myself
Now Im bailing out
If there's a god have mercy on my soul
I got it dirty can't break the spell
I built a road to hell
See I been working myself to the grave
I been going like ten years straight
Breaking my back for the pay
We trade the things we love for dumb shit we hate
Money is god money is pain
A man ain't shit without money in the bank
Every dollar that you make is a link within the chain that's gonna break you
I built a road to hell for myself
Now Im bailing out
If there's a god have mercy on my soul
I got it dirty Im so sick and tired of hurting
Why did I make that deal with the devil
I got nothing left to sell I built a road to hell
I built a road hell
for me a and myself
I built a road to hell
I built a road to hell
If there's a god have mercy on my soul
I got it dirty I'm so sick and tired of hurting
Why did I Make that deal with the devil I got nothing left to sell
I built a road to hell
Me and self doubt been goin steady for a while
My hopes my dream
Must be sleeping in the back seat
Faith in myself is M.I.A
If you see him on the street say hey!
Hey man we gotta get straight
I been dressing my depression up
In costumes and make up
Its Halloween everyday I wake up
When the days' done I drag my head home and think bout a life on the run
Maybe life itself is just too much
Baby I think I'm done
I built a road to hell for myself
Now Im bailing out
If there's a god have mercy on my soul
I got it dirty can't break the spell
I built a road to hell
See I been working myself to the grave
I been going like ten years straight
Breaking my back for the pay
We trade the things we love for dumb shit we hate
Money is god money is pain
A man ain't shit without money in the bank
Every dollar that you make is a link within the chain that's gonna break you
I built a road to hell for myself
Now Im bailing out
If there's a god have mercy on my soul
I got it dirty Im so sick and tired of hurting
Why did I make that deal with the devil
I got nothing left to sell I built a road to hell
I built a road hell
for me a and myself
I built a road to hell
I built a road to hell
If there's a god have mercy on my soul
I got it dirty I'm so sick and tired of hurting
Why did I Make that deal with the devil I got nothing left to sell
I built a road to hell
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Writer(s): Lukas Patterson
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