[Verse 1]
Look at what the cat dragged in, still breathing last night's air
Hand shaking cause the vice never fights fair
And you're relating cause you struggle with the same sh**
And wrote the threat of addiction off with the same sip
Drowning, holding on to anything and everything around me,
Staring down the barrel of a browning
Scowering, looking for any chance that allows me
To sip another bad taste down and devour it whole
Young bright and bold with a bottle for a friend and a heart full of holes
No diamond in a stocking full of coal
Never listen to the world when it told me I should slow my roll
It's abusive, but never hands on a women,
Choked a couple bottle necks and pounced when I shouldn't
If the proof is in the pudding I done ate it all up,
Instead of savoring the taste I love
[Hook]
I'm on that sh** again and I don't wanna come back down
I hold my broken crown in pieces
Pour my last shot to the ground
You're on that sh** again, trying to overload my mound
You always chase me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds
I won't come down
[Verse 2]
What's your meaning of high, huh?
Getting lifted on a smoke cloud,
Moderately poisoning yourself until you zone out?
Stick the dragon in your veins, sniffing Adderall and Cain,
Tilt another Styrofoam cup to your mouth
Me? I got my own way to get up,
Starts with a rocks gla** and ends with a hiccup
And all the while I've been camouflaging my symptoms
Like I don't do the harder d** cause I slip up
Slip up - yeah that kid slipped up,
Rehabilitated twice and skipped straight to the pub
I got my pops freaking out about his son
And I'm juggling the stress of an artist by getting drunk
No difference
I escape like the rest of them, no thought, no faith like the rest of them
I've been focusing and fighting so hard
That I deserve a little bit of R&R, right?
[Hook]
I'm on that sh** again and I don't wanna come back down
I hold my broken crown in pieces
Pour my last shot to the ground
You're on that sh** again, trying to overload my mound
You always chase me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds
I won't come down
[Verse 3]
I never claimed to be a saint, sh**
I built a life off of mishaps
And cheers proudly to my flaws with a chipped gla**
The sick fact is I'm happy when I'm sh**-canned
At least a little bit, I smile like a lit candle
But I'm aware that I'm just blinded by the blanket of it
And stress doesn't get relinquished just by drinking something
And I don't know if I'm addicted to the feeling or the fact
That I can make a little exit without thinking of it
Hell, I guess I'm showing all the signs huh?
And redirecting to where alcohol defines fun
And I'll admit that I've been known to have a good time,
But promised that I'd never cross the line
But never learned to draw it, call it, write it with a goal,
Make it so the night train never gets to go
I'm as vulnerable as any of you other Joe Shmoe's
And got a couple little vices of my own.
[Hook]
I'm on that sh** again and I don't wanna come back down
I hold my broken crown in pieces
Pour my last shot to the ground
You're on that sh** again, trying to overload my mound
You always chase me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds
I won't come down