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Verse 1:

Everybody got motives
I only hope that mine are pure enough
Only thing i got devotion
My only worry I ain't sure enough, but sure enough

I'm smoking til the morning come
I’m getting loopy like a carosuel, dwelling on these fixes til they fix me up
I’m getting tipsy off the whiskey in the sippy cup
Hoping that any substance picks me up

Lift me off the ground baby
A little bit of drugs enough to keep me down baby
I’m feeling down baby
Surround my self with homies, always i’m found baby
I’m always found baby
Then why the fuck i always feel so lost?

What the fuck is my purpose? why am i swerving with these thoughts?
Why do i always feel so fancy when the wine is always boxed?
I ain't stupid, i see right through the holes like some crocs
And why the fuck do i question what it costs? (what it costs?)

Chorus:

Round and round in a circle until i get where i start
I think i have a problem but i fux with it lots
Round and round until until i’m ready to barf
Life's a carousel, and no matter what i do i can’t get off

Verse 2:

Time moves faster now it’s weird
Does that mean i’m getting happier, or is it the beer that i just guzzle down?
It sounds like fun until the funnel starts to chucking you out
I’m always worried when i perform im gonna chuck in the crowd

Oh god mom and dad i’m so sorry how your son has turned out
I just wanted to make you proud
But you turned around a second started messing with the loud
Another second im addicted to pills i just guzzle down
And no amount of signals stops me from ever turning around

I never let you see me
Even when your sitting watching tv and all you want is your son to say good evening
When he walks in the house
I hide my face and try to make it around
And make it past you 'fore i fall on the ground
Face first never making the couch

You walk in every morning praying that im safe and im sound
But i can’t promise that, i can’t even keep a promise to myself

Verse 3:

I, tried to quitting bout a week ago
I couldn’t do it im weak, i need amigos to be there for me
Tell me that evil and i need to prevail, im fucking feiding think i need me some help

But no one does, prolly cause i to keep this shit to myself
How can i tell that to a homie when i can’t even admit to myself?
I try to yell my voice box, looks like its shot n it’s frail
This shit is slower than rick rolling sent over the mail

If it’s even happening
Cause half of me is happy and well, the other half of me is ready to bail
You think this fucked you up it’s funny cause i’m broken myself
I’m not a record but im saying the same shit, it’s over and over
Until the drugs done got me faded and pale

It felt amazing just to leave you alone, but now you’re lonely and stale
You fucking worshiped me it didn’t work, it only made me worship myself
And went from perfect in my head to fucking worthless
Now im a turd who’s too supportive to help
... but i think i fuck with it