Got a pad lock on the top shelf
It's been locked up for years
I'm so used to the well
I forgot the taste
Most likely better than these tears
Got a second hand piece of shit it's been on the brink for years
It most be so great to drive on greener grass
Kick dirt up on me as you pass
So sick of inspiration and from expectations
So sick of inspiration and from expectations
So sick of inspiration and from expectations
So sick with what I'm facing

On the porch is where I sit
My car is on the fritz
And I don't give a shit
100 Blitzed I'm falling down the stairs and I don't even care
Not even thinking twice about my pour health care
A chipped up collar bone
A backpack full of rocks
Two ears are deaf in tone
And holes my all my socks
Yeah life sucks sometimes trying to make every hard rhyme
Want someone please make it stop
So sick of inspiration and from expectations
So sick with what I'm facing
So sick of inspiration and from expectations
So sick with what I'm facing