Go for broke when I can
'Cuz a fool and his money, it'll surely be departed
I was born with some chips on my shoulder
That's par for the course being heartless
Hands down, best out, let me cut to the chase
I'm a jack of all trades, in a deck full of spades
My account's in the red, and I'm swinging for the fence
On a wild goose chase, heading straight for the ledge
Rumors been a stain on my name
People say I need to make a couple changes
Otherwise I'll never get the wins that I deserve
Told you keep it to yourself, man that shit is for the birds
Didn't ask for your words or your wisdom, I grew off pain
I've been stressing on the job, and my head been sprained
Wish I didn't have to lie just to say I'm sane
Knock, knock, goes the drums as I spill my pain
Shit just ain't working
No matter what I do, feel like my time is at a close
Temperamental with a couple temporary gifts
I don't think you understand it, so you might as well forget
I can't seem to reconcile with the thought of death, so I swallow up some medicine
I fell and hit my head again
They put me on some sedatives, I'm losing it
I've been staring at my phone like I'm a lunatic
It's like I'm trying to spit a verse, on my last breath, working these days
But I keep it under wraps, I prefer you to stay
Yeah I'm sorry, but I'm only good at arguing it seems
I haven't found a haven, I've been busy chasing dreams
Couldn't ever see behind the smoke and mirrors
Curtain calls getting ignored, I can't hear them
One more chance, let me reach for the vision
It's getting kinda blurry, gonna die trying to get it
How long I gotta work for
Where the nights bleed together like the scars on my psyche
I feel like I'm right at death's door
Been a couple times before, now you really aren't like me
If you truly try and text me
Then I promise you that I'm not gonna let you go
Last chance for a convo, or rerun right back
And if y'all know best then
How long I gotta work for
Where the nights bleed together like the scars on my psyche
I feel like I'm right at death's door
And I promise you that I'm not gonna let you go
If you really try and text me
Then I promise you that I'm not gonna let you go
Last chance for a convo
There's always another day
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English
Go for broke when I can
'Cuz a fool and his money, it'll surely be departed
I was born with some chips on my shoulder
That's par for the course being heartless
Hands down, best out, let me cut to the chase
I'm a jack of all trades, in a deck full of spades
My account's in the red, and I'm swinging for the fence
On a wild goose chase, heading straight for the ledge
Rumors been a stain on my name
People say I need to make a couple changes
Otherwise I'll never get the wins that I deserve
Told you keep it to yourself, man that shit is for the birds
Didn't ask for your words or your wisdom, I grew off pain
I've been stressing on the job, and my head been sprained
Wish I didn't have to lie just to say I'm sane
Knock, knock, goes the drums as I spill my pain
Shit just ain't working
No matter what I do, feel like my time is at a close
Temperamental with a couple temporary gifts
I don't think you understand it, so you might as well forget
I can't seem to reconcile with the thought of death, so I swallow up some medicine
I fell and hit my head again
They put me on some sedatives, I'm losing it
I've been staring at my phone like I'm a lunatic
It's like I'm trying to spit a verse, on my last breath, working these days
But I keep it under wraps, I prefer you to stay
Yeah I'm sorry, but I'm only good at arguing it seems
I haven't found a haven, I've been busy chasing dreams
Couldn't ever see behind the smoke and mirrors
Curtain calls getting ignored, I can't hear them
One more chance, let me reach for the vision
It's getting kinda blurry, gonna die trying to get it
How long I gotta work for
Where the nights bleed together like the scars on my psyche
I feel like I'm right at death's door
Been a couple times before, now you really aren't like me
If you truly try and text me
Then I promise you that I'm not gonna let you go
Last chance for a convo, or rerun right back
And if y'all know best then
How long I gotta work for
Where the nights bleed together like the scars on my psyche
I feel like I'm right at death's door
And I promise you that I'm not gonna let you go
If you really try and text me
Then I promise you that I'm not gonna let you go
Last chance for a convo
There's always another day
'Cuz a fool and his money, it'll surely be departed
I was born with some chips on my shoulder
That's par for the course being heartless
Hands down, best out, let me cut to the chase
I'm a jack of all trades, in a deck full of spades
My account's in the red, and I'm swinging for the fence
On a wild goose chase, heading straight for the ledge
Rumors been a stain on my name
People say I need to make a couple changes
Otherwise I'll never get the wins that I deserve
Told you keep it to yourself, man that shit is for the birds
Didn't ask for your words or your wisdom, I grew off pain
I've been stressing on the job, and my head been sprained
Wish I didn't have to lie just to say I'm sane
Knock, knock, goes the drums as I spill my pain
Shit just ain't working
No matter what I do, feel like my time is at a close
Temperamental with a couple temporary gifts
I don't think you understand it, so you might as well forget
I can't seem to reconcile with the thought of death, so I swallow up some medicine
I fell and hit my head again
They put me on some sedatives, I'm losing it
I've been staring at my phone like I'm a lunatic
It's like I'm trying to spit a verse, on my last breath, working these days
But I keep it under wraps, I prefer you to stay
Yeah I'm sorry, but I'm only good at arguing it seems
I haven't found a haven, I've been busy chasing dreams
Couldn't ever see behind the smoke and mirrors
Curtain calls getting ignored, I can't hear them
One more chance, let me reach for the vision
It's getting kinda blurry, gonna die trying to get it
How long I gotta work for
Where the nights bleed together like the scars on my psyche
I feel like I'm right at death's door
Been a couple times before, now you really aren't like me
If you truly try and text me
Then I promise you that I'm not gonna let you go
Last chance for a convo, or rerun right back
And if y'all know best then
How long I gotta work for
Where the nights bleed together like the scars on my psyche
I feel like I'm right at death's door
And I promise you that I'm not gonna let you go
If you really try and text me
Then I promise you that I'm not gonna let you go
Last chance for a convo
There's always another day
Writer: Lionel Scott, Tyson Lafferty, tys0n
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid