Yeah, its like everyday I wake up, I stare into space and dont say much Peer in the mirror, feeling dead from the face up Coffee pots, cigarettes, morning Js, Baileys Slowing down my day before it picks up the pace Beats playing since the night before, thinking bout writing songs Feeling exhausted from times we toured constant And plus the toxics I sip got me tall Still tipsy, staring at the city from the spot we call Los Angeles Every day is like a blank canvas Carving my initials in the planet like I brand it Hand picked to live this life we take for granted like a child with an upright bass, we cant stand it Smiling through the trouble we face, tryna manage my way without pumping my brakes and staying stagnant Cause I can sit on my ass or just imagine the madness I did on my path and paint the canvas
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 06:07:27 +0000
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