Direction

(الألبوم: Trust Your Gut - 2017)

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
C Lance let's go

Every day it's like a whole new game
But I get nervous every time I gotta go through change
I'm 24 I gotta pull my weight but it's hard now that everybody knows my name
That's cool though I guess I keep it to myself
But ain't nobody feel the type of feelings that I felt
I put the fear into my health I'd rather roll one up
Until that chain around my neck is looking cold as fuck
I might, punch you in the stomach till your shoulders touch
Ya'll just think I'm going crazy "Merk hold your tongue" naaahh
Those days are over, drinking straight, I never chased that soda
The back alleys all we needed as a place for closure
Thinking back when moma used to scoop me in that beige carola
We drink corona by the bed just never staying sober
Wake up in the am and I'm always on that same old corner
Coming home high and we would try to keep the same composure
The back alleys all we needed as a place for closure
Who knows that's how it goes I guess
I'll be 6 feet under water trynna hold my breath
Merk

I'm trynna pick my direction
Sometimes you need a minute
These demons keep creeping on my shoulders
Take a hard look at your life and who's in it
These demons keep creeping, demons keep creeping
I just see right through 'em I see the details
I'm trynna pick my direction
Bad luck can get you l-l-listen to that gut

But you can be a loser and you wouldn't tell the difference
Now everything you used to think mattered really didn't
You ain't a baller you a product of the system
But you biting for the bait when you should be the one fishing
Get behind the wheel fuck the passenger seat
You got the steering and control and the gas at your feet
Look, you hear the rumours and you let em all consume you
As if it wasn't something you'd already gotten used to
Boohoo put your big boy pants on
And drink another bottle but that shit won't last long
You feel superhuman when you peel that cap off
Every other morning is the same old sad song
The pain and the regret won't let you take another step
You claim you feel okay but in the face you look depressed
I hope you hear this and you go get some help
It's not for you I wrote this to myself

I'm trynna pick my direction
Sometimes you need a minute
These demons keep creeping on my shoulders
Take a hard look at your life and who's in it
Demons keep creeping, demons keep creeping
I just see right through 'em I see the details
I'm trynna pick my direction
Bad luck can get you listen to that gut