Hard Pill To Swallow

Stuck inside my head
I don’t wanna be
But I’m better off dead
I don’t wanna talk
But I know what I said
Texts go green
Don’t leave me on read
Stuck inside my head
I don’t wanna leave
I’ll be better when I’m gone
Gettin' in the shower
And she loading up my songs
The music gettin' louder
When you know what I’m on

I’ve been up for four days straight man I can’t sleep
Working grindin stressin eight straight weeks
Love me on the way down
Imma stay and fuck wit ya til I break down
Did it all in my past life
And if I didn’t did it last night
Gettin the cash right
Care a less about the fame
Or the status of my name
Cause in the end our ashes look the same

Stuck inside my head
I don’t wanna be
But I’m better off dead
I don’t wanna talk
But I know what I said
Texts go green
Don’t leave me on read
Stuck inside my head
I don’t wanna leave
I’ll be better when I’m gone
Gettin' in the shower
And she loading up my songs
The music gettin' louder
When you know what I’m on

Love me for the weekend
Know the feelings feels deceiving
I’ll leave her grieving
I don’t wanna be the reason
That she fighting with her demons
Jump off the deep end
Swim in it, til I know I’m good
Been with it since I know I could
Can’t tell me a goddamn thang
Leaving red wine stains
Til the whole world flames

Stuck inside my head
I don’t wanna be
But I’m better off dead
I don’t wanna talk
But I know what I said
Texts go green
Don’t leave me on read
Stuck inside my head
I don’t wanna leave
I’ll be better when I’m gone
Gettin' in the shower
And she loading up my songs
The music gettin' louder
When you know what I’m on

The definition of good
I’ve been fine
I’ve been tryna unwind
I’ve been tryna relax my head
Can’t say no
But when I say no
I feel so bad instead
Can’t go
I know I can’t go
Cause I wanna look past the things that you told me
Ain’t home
I know I ain’t home
Cause the things I own
And the places I’ve flown can’t control me

Stuck in limbo
Stare out the window
Dreaming of things
That we ain’t reach yet
On our own
Drunk in the limo
Hang out the window
Bottle of clicquot in each hand
Spiral out control
Oh and you know it
Ain’t a thought I ain’t had
Driving drunk her boys mad
She ain’t home yet
No I can’t control it
Hard to cross paths
When you on the same track
Imma
Take it slow back
It’s hard to hold back
Pulls out her whole rack
I can’t control that
I bought my soul back
Too used to cold facts
I’ll never bolt fast
I’ll always stroll past