Odds - Drapht, Brendan Welch

Not taking calls today

Should I let nature take it’s course, yeah of course I wanna stay another day

But another course of chemo is underway

Most days I feel it’s killing me instead of healing me

Yeah, and what would I know

Looking what I’ve done to me, searching for comfort in sourthern comfort and

My shirt’s covered in that red wine

Self induced bed time, days of Lazy Grey and Len One

Yo, is this the final come down

From years of drug abuse and hanging round the wrong crowd

I got a son now that I love to death

And his mother I still love her too, put her through so much stress

Go—d let my sins wash away

Washed up in this hospice, I found you but I lost my faith

I found God but at what cost, what a fucking waste

Sorry God I’m in a lot of pain

From these tumours in my front and back

Yo, while my son is running laps around my bed

Death is like a lumberjack with axe up to my legs

I’m waking up with Dracula on my wrist

Take my blood, run these tests

They say take these drugs, forget about this

It’s all about my son and watching him grow

I tell him that I’ll be there but everybody knows

They know that

Odds aren’t

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Odds aren’t

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I still feel okay mentally

Just don’t understand why they all wanna be friends with me now though

The shows can’t go no more

'Cause they don’t respect my comfort zone and I’m photobombed

And before this, before I was sick

You even give a shit?

Bet I was up in your hated list

Daz and Layla are my real crew, I love them

The other day Layla came and brought me soup, it was so mad

Dazza brought the MPC

And I got a track with OPT, Draphto, Mortar and me

You see I’m still writing everyday in here

Working on kings collide with friends up in Australia

The Hoods are up in here, I’m proud to call 'em fam

I’ve been to every show, friends but I’m a bigger fan

Damn, crew are doing dry july because of me

Hope they didn’t read the rant on Twitter when I was on morphine

Ouch, I’ve been through couch to couch

In this corridor it’s impossible to get comfortable, and now

It’s fucking midnight in this hospice

Leaving here alive is like spotting the Loch Ness Monster up in Scotland

It’s a wives-tale, it happens but not that often

Is it too late to pray for life and read the Gospel?

SBX, YCK with Marley Bear I trust you

If I don’t wake tonight, always know I love you

Odds aren’t

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