WELCOME TO THE BACKROOMS
I'm out
Scraping that gas out the grinder
Been out for a while
Check in my bed for some roaches
We cuddle up when I be toasted
More like blazed
But right now I can't escape
Mom said that I need more faith
In something that can't ease my pain
So I reverently turn away
Jesus Christ
Couldn't stay
I had to go up, run away
Now we on the way
Back to the A
Where my homies be boofin all day
Snowy Nights
In the morning they pissin the k
But right now I be stuck with this shake
Not
070 talking 007
I'm sneaking around with a pound
She said "one these days you gon burn out."
"But I'm with the homies right now"
3 o'clock
I just can't close my eyes
Something is wrong with me
I cannot deal with my demon
I can not 'er fall asleep
Empty voids of anguish
Welcome to the back rooms
Liminal space in my soul
Filled with backwoods
Dreams of my youth
Someone keeps on calling me
Hold up don't shoot
Someone else is following
Told my boy be subtle
If you're ever in trouble
I'ma be there quick
I'll be there up on the double
This stress on my back
I think that it's bending me
This weed in my blunt
I hope that it's mending me
Scraping that gas out the grinder
Been out for a while
Check in my bed for some roaches
We cuddle up when I be toasted
More like blazed
But right now I can't escape
Mom said that I need more faith
In something that can't ease my pain
So I reverently turn away
Jesus Christ
Couldn't stay
I had to go up, run away
Now we on the way
Back to the A
Where my homies be boofin all day
Snowy Nights
In the morning they pissin the k
But right now I be stuck with this shake
Not
070 talking 007
I'm sneaking around with a pound
She said "one these days you gon burn out."
"But I'm with the homies right now"
3 o'clock
I just can't close my eyes
Something is wrong with me
I cannot deal with my demon
I can not 'er fall asleep
Empty voids of anguish
Welcome to the back rooms
Liminal space in my soul
Filled with backwoods
Dreams of my youth
Someone keeps on calling me
Hold up don't shoot
Someone else is following
Told my boy be subtle
If you're ever in trouble
I'ma be there quick
I'll be there up on the double
This stress on my back
I think that it's bending me
This weed in my blunt
I hope that it's mending me
Credits
Writer(s): Collin Schepers
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