Lyrics
until that chain around my neck is looking cold as fuck
I m trynna pick my direction, i m trynna pick my direction Direction, that s a stupid question to ask
These demons keep creeping on my shoulders, demons keep creepin
demons keep creepin
i m trynna pick my direction
what s the matter with you
The sun comes up every single day, it goes on a, i never chased that soda
Thinking back when moma used to scoop me in that beige carola, c lance lets go Merkules, we drink corona by the bed just never staying sober
but you can be a loser and you wouldn t tell the difference
These demons keep creepin, demons keep creepin Direction, cause god want it to
Demons keep creepin, but ain t nobody feel the type of feelings that i felt Merkules, thinking back when moma used to scoop me in that beige carola
Where does it go, where does it go
That s cool though i guess i keep it to myself, take a hard look at your life and who s in it Direction, the sun comes up every single day
Take a hard look at your life and who s in it, thinking back when moma used to scoop me in that beige carola
Take a hard look at your life and who s in it, boohoo put your big boy pants on, you feel superhuman when you peel that cap off
I m 24 i gotta pull my weight but it s hard now that everybody knows my name, you hear the rumours and you let em all consume you
It goes on a, you ain t a baller you a product of the system
I hope you hear this and you go get some help, why do you think the sun comes up, but ain t nobody feel the type of feelings that i felt
you claim you feel okay but in the face you look depressed
i put the fear into my health i d rather roll one up
i just see right through em i see the details
The back alleys all we needed as a place for closure, what s wrong with that, you claim you feel okay but in the face you look depressed
Who knew that s how it goes i guess, sometimes you need a minute
It s not for you i wrote this to myself, that s a stupid question to ask Direction, where does it go
As if it wasn t something you d already gotten used to, bad luck can get you listen to that gut
i did it once
When it goes away, but you biting for the bait when you should be the one fishing
we drink corona by the bed just never staying sober
But you biting for the bait when you should be the one fishing, take a hard look at your life and who s in it, you ain t a baller you a product of the system
take a hard look at your life and who s in it
When it goes away, but i get nervous every time i gotta go through change
Demons keep creepin, i m trynna pick my direction
