I’ve scraped clean every bowl I own
Too broke to smoke a bone
But I won’t give up the fight
Oh, yes, I’m getting high tonight

I won’t be getting any sleep
No, not even a peep
Unless I keep that shit rolled real tight
Oh, yes, I’m getting high tonight

*whistle solo*

I’ve scraped clean every bowl I own
Too broke to smoke a bone
But I won’t give up the fight
So, yes, I’m getting high tonight

im getting high tonight

I need to unwind
I’m sick of fighting all the time
I’m sick of always feeling like
I am losing my mind

You get so pissed at everything I do
And yet you’re always saying “baby, I love you”
I don’t really know what you want from me
Baby, will you please tell me?

Disgraced, I know. I’ve got nothing to show
For years of aspiration, effort out the window
All my dreams seem not to matter anymore
I need a new door

I need to unwind
I’m sick of fighting all the time
I’m sick of always feeling like
I am losing my mind

I need to unwind
I’m sick of fighting all the time
I’m sick of always feeling like
I am losing my mind

exskasted

Confined to my mind
All the time in the world
And I still haven’t learned
What I should’ve known long ago
“Fuckin’ way she goes”
Just like it always do
If you sit around
Then nobody’s gonna follow you
Gotta chase your dreams
While you’re still young and lean
All the while making sure
You don’t burst at the seems
Do you know what I mean?
Nah, you don’t. Fuck it.
Live fast, die young,
21, kick the bucket
All of y’all can suck it, motherfucker
I testify to staying high ‘til I die
And living my best life

At least that’s what I’m tryna do
But it’s kinda hard when every day you got shit to do
Something else for someone else
You’re leaving little time for self
You wake up every day in hell
You’re living life a hollow shell
And it’s not hard to tell
You can see it in my face
All I want is freedom
What I’d give for a taste

Maybe someday
I’ll find a better way
Maybe someday
I will make a change
Maybe someday
I will find a better way
Maybe someday
Maybe someday

confined

I don’t wanna know
I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t
I don’t, I don’t wanna know

I don’t wanna know
I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t
I don’t ever wanna know

Who is that hittin’ ur line?
Who u talkin to all the time?
Who is that hittin’ ur line?
Who u talkin to all the time?

hold the phone

DIY ska punk from the top half of NJ.

Been doing this outta my bedroom since 2013.

Sup.

Waste of Space

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