Yeah back once again Danny Boone Brooks Buford are Rehab Fresh off another bender so fresh come on
My hearts got a black eye and sometimes I get scared that it might cry Why do I pretend that I'm not shy sometime all I do is just stay high I wanna bare the same thoughts I wear a fake smile Playing happy go lucky but my insides are hostile Maybe I'm asking for more than I'm supposed to have Don't wanna write my own epitaph I went a week without drinking then I went on a binge Went a week without thinking in my lunatic fringe If it wasn't for the notebook and the Bic pens I'd go crazy guess I'm lucky I don't have to keep it locked in What in the hell? I'm not well and it ain't hard to tell That I dwell in my head and the devil's in the details And I massage my temples try to keep it simple y'all
Carry on and you sing my song Carry on till the early morn we be on Don't be home till the money's gone Carry on till the break of dawn Carry on
I rather stand on the corner and laugh my ass off I paid my dues I done worked my ass off And work never got me no where It was like God, luck and I just happen to be there And I'm gon' blow up when I blow up And if I don't blow up fuck it I don't blow up At least I don't have to grow up And let me smoke my cigarette I'm thinking right now 'bout all the things I won't get A bunch of bullshit I really don't need A bunch of dumb bitches mixing Crack and Weed But I got caffeine and I got pills I got me a beat machine and I got skills And so what if I gotta sleep all day It ain't like I'm missing much anyway Cuz it's fake and it's all taped You're all full of shit so I'll be away
Carry on and you sing my song Carry on till the early morn we be on Don't be home till the money's gone Carry on till the break of dawn Carry on
You all look at me like I done lost my mind Wearing argyle socks doing the bump and grind I got a Izod v-neck a high tech redneck Pumas and foamy hat so give me respect I spent about ten years in hole After a light-skinned girl cold stole my soul But now I'm up I don't give a fuck You can have my depression you can eat my butt I don't need no philosophies except my own For Christ's sake I'm 29 I guess I'm grown And I've learn enough to know I don't know shit I bitched and moaned but I never quit Kept on surviving and kept on striving Fixed my transmission and kept on driving So I guess it's okay to be mentally ill Cuz it ended up paying all my damn bills
Carry on and you sing my song Carry on till the early morn we be on Don't be home till the money's gone Carry on till the break of dawn Carry on
Yeah you know sometimes you just can't be tripping on everything You gotta let it go. You gotta let it all go no matter what's going on and carry on Get up one more day walk out in the street slap your best friend Tackle the neighbors you know maybe even go play a little mailbox baseball Whatever just don't don't die HAHAHA don't die HAHAHA
Wow you freestylin' hot That was hot print it And that's the way the story goes We had to freestyle he just had to do it better than everybody else Sorry man Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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