Excuses
Five days sober since the slip up
Tryna keep my mouth closed, gotta keep my chin up
Really it was nothing, this was just a mix up
Mixed up in the liquor, I just get the hiccups
I don't really have a problem, I'm just so polite that, I can't turn it down, but I know that it Ain't right
And all I do is make excuses, Instead of retribution
I could pay the price, but lately I been mooching
I been speaking fluent in a language I ain't used to
Talking so much shit, took a class in Metamucil
Telling me that I should get some help but I refuse to
Admit I've got a problem, homie you should try my shoes too, I used to
Fill myself with toxins just to make me feel strong
But when it made me weaker I thought that something was wrong
With the drugs that they supplied me, I'll just take another one
But I won't get no help, nah I'll just write another song
Crying for attention, but declining the help
Clearing up my mental, but declining in health
Buy expensive liquor just to place on the shelf
Stronger in financials, but declining in wealth
And I'm defining myself as someone with all of these
Problems that'd bring the average man to his knees
But I stand tall so my fam can count on me
When I make these mistakes I try not to repeat
Five day bender on the docket
I been blasting off, getting higher than a rocket
And I got the plug, treat my nose just like a socket
I been flying high, catch me hanging out the cockpit
Know I gotta watch it, but I wanna look away
When I make these mistakes or things don't go my way
When I'm lead astray, but I'm making my own path
The morning after sickness this ain't worth the aftermath
Got the feeling I might crash, like a sugar rush
The fear could knock me on my ass, like a sucker punch
I know the feeling never lasts, like a high school crush
I'm always feel like I'm in last, like I'm underbrush
And I been thinking bout the past, how I keep on moving forward
But I'm back where I began when I go around the corner
I know I always feel bad with the pestle to the mortar
But never lying in the lyrics when I turn on the recorder
Tryna keep my mouth closed, gotta keep my chin up
Really it was nothing, this was just a mix up
Mixed up in the liquor, I just get the hiccups
I don't really have a problem, I'm just so polite that, I can't turn it down, but I know that it Ain't right
And all I do is make excuses, Instead of retribution
I could pay the price, but lately I been mooching
I been speaking fluent in a language I ain't used to
Talking so much shit, took a class in Metamucil
Telling me that I should get some help but I refuse to
Admit I've got a problem, homie you should try my shoes too, I used to
Fill myself with toxins just to make me feel strong
But when it made me weaker I thought that something was wrong
With the drugs that they supplied me, I'll just take another one
But I won't get no help, nah I'll just write another song
Crying for attention, but declining the help
Clearing up my mental, but declining in health
Buy expensive liquor just to place on the shelf
Stronger in financials, but declining in wealth
And I'm defining myself as someone with all of these
Problems that'd bring the average man to his knees
But I stand tall so my fam can count on me
When I make these mistakes I try not to repeat
Five day bender on the docket
I been blasting off, getting higher than a rocket
And I got the plug, treat my nose just like a socket
I been flying high, catch me hanging out the cockpit
Know I gotta watch it, but I wanna look away
When I make these mistakes or things don't go my way
When I'm lead astray, but I'm making my own path
The morning after sickness this ain't worth the aftermath
Got the feeling I might crash, like a sugar rush
The fear could knock me on my ass, like a sucker punch
I know the feeling never lasts, like a high school crush
I'm always feel like I'm in last, like I'm underbrush
And I been thinking bout the past, how I keep on moving forward
But I'm back where I began when I go around the corner
I know I always feel bad with the pestle to the mortar
But never lying in the lyrics when I turn on the recorder
Credits
Writer(s): Jarret Coyle
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