Not Doin Okay, Okay?

“Who can relate, woooo”
#indie #pop #underground #bedroom #hoagie

my own worst enemy

id give anything to go back

Saturdays on Saturn - T. Riley (Ft. HoagieSmokez)

beat by NorthEasternBeats

lyrics:

moving packs like a rip stick, going back and forth

like divorced kids christmas, santa wasnt north

kickin no flip like karate master kid

scoring 3s like im jason, on the nets going swish

and im dunking no contest, feeling like lebron

pro bowl skipping like im a number one

might drink when i drive call me michale jordans son
(i just begun)

these aint no yeezeys im rocking heelys

rollin dirty on some 30 centimeters

 pocket watchin stopping hawking maid meter

have you greeting milimeters saying bye to your greeter

space it out like a heater, out position making plays im the captain derek jeter

picking up im putting down, cant miss it heat seeker

gold in my eyes cant die jeepers creepersssa	


moving packs like a rip stick, going back and forth

like divorced kids christmas, but santa wasnt north

kickin no flip like karate master kid

scoring 3s like im jason, on the nets going swish

and im dunking no contest, feeling like lebron

pro bowl skipping like im a number one

might drink when i dirve call me michale jordans son
(i only just begun)

(put a voice over thing here) like a sports monologue

*robot voice*
fucked up, so fucked up, were fucked up, get fucked x4


shake me by the side, cut me 20 thousand times, stick me in the eye, ill still make it out alive

 i still smell that reefer burning doesnt matter if im blind 

im that new age man in black so i head on down that line

cashin out no johhny yeah i kinda fee like cash out

blackin on bacardi black i think i need to pass out




like we hate being sober, throwing back more

tripping on some lit shit, hard to ignore

spins no grab wasted in the land

american or something but i cant even stand

im punkin no ashton, smoking on some kusher

wine in my hand echelon always upper

and when it comes to cups i bet i pour another
and when it comes to girls ill probbaly love another


it aint easy, bein sleazy
it aint easy, bein greasy
it aint easy, bein easy


moving packs like a rip stick, going back and forth

like divorced kids christmas, but santa wasnt north

kickin no flip like karate master kid

scoring 3s like im jason, on the nets going swish

and im dunking no contest, feeling like lebron

pro bowl skipping like im a number one

might drink when i dirve call me michale jordans son
(i just begun)

American Wasteland

Lyrics:
Intro
Got me fucked up
They say hoagie smoked another one
Hmmmm

Verse 1
Hey
They say hoagie smoked another one
So I’m back in the bay, back inside making plays
Where would I be, without this disaster?
Probably moved passed her
But I wallow in the self hate

Can’t seem to isolate
Can’t seem to break
All these feelings that I seem to hate
So stuck inside
Like I’m working over time
To dig out the hole that’s full
I left mine here in my own cell hole
In my own cell holeeee

Better off dead, that’s the thought in my head
Try to push it to the side,
Just so I can feel aliveeeeeeeeeeee

Chorus:
Now I wanna die die die die die
I don’t want to lie lie lie lie lie
Got me moving past past past past past
And I don’t wanna try try try try try

Verse 2:
Death hates me but it won’t come quick
Stuck here crying in my own self shit
Who am I? where I been? so stuck start over again
If I could, but I can’t hit that button and go right back
With a Time Machine that I need,
can you make me one pretty please?
If I ask twice, maybe grant my wish, need a genie in a bottle to come real quick
But I can’t be saved
It’s to late
Think I dug my own grave, a 6 feet hole that I’m falling right in
Oh well, see you in hell
Better off can’t you tell
Oh not well, woe is me,
won’t you see
seen on tv, I’m 6 feet deep in the cell, oh well, this is me
WELCOME TO HELL

HoagieSmokez

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