Guilt Trip - Drowsy

Nicotine for breakfast

Nothing for lunch

I would dead all my vices but i’m never wrong

If i carried the weight

Not counting all i had lost

Baby, i’m not god

No, i’ll never make it this late

I mean, not one to try & fight fate

But i’m not even sure if i believe

Baby, i’m not god

But i’ll carry the cross

What is it about me?

Why can’t i just be happy?

Save your breath, i’m the one who’s sorry now

You take and take

But i still love you

Why can’t i just love me too?

Take a breath, there’s nothing left to worry bout

Coffee in the morning

The sting hits at night

I don’t care about myself

I just care about my pride

I’d swallow it all but i got no appetite

I said i’m not god…

I’ll never make it

Slowin down a bit never looked darker

The air so thin, i’m a genius & a martyr

But i’ll starve, work harder, no lucky star

Would god quit like this?

Pour one out for the things i missed

Pour one out for the sleep i lost

Pour one out for the things i did

I’ll carry the cross