[Intro: Chris Webby]

Chase the high until it fades

Better pace myself

Push my limits everyday

Till I break myself

My time is on the way, ay, ay, ay

Better brace myself

'Cause if I didn't give this shit my all I swear to god I couldn't face myself

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

I been telling these stories about my life (my life, my life)

Out around a campfire all night (out around a campfire all night)

Just trying to find my through the moonlight (I'm just trying to find a way)

I'm just tryin' to hide my pain as I hydroplane

Till my tires strain in the left lane, with a depressed brain

Callin' my doctor up, hoping my med's came

Another panic attack feeling my chest tight

Can't even see the road, losing my head lights

I know

[Chorus: Chris Webby & Jitta On The Track]

I gotta keep on pushing through it

And my therapy is making music

Without it I think I would lose it

So gather round

Gather round, listen up

'Cause what's you know is, is not enough

Grab a blunt fill your cup

Let me tell you some'

Till the campfires out, campfires out

Telling stories til' the campfire's out

Light the match into the kerosene

Show what life is like behind the scene

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]

Put my soul up on a page as I judge myself

Cigarettes and cocaine, I don't trust myself

Drinking whiskey for the pain (ane, ane, ane) and blunt might help

Lacking self-respect with all the love I get why can't I find a way to love myself

I've been telling my stories to anyone listening (better listen, listen, listen)

I've done so much but still I feel so insignificant (insignificant, yeah, yeah)

Been battling all these demons ever since my christenin' (go to war with all these demons)

But still I'm hearin' breathin', tryna find a reason, why I'm breakin' even

I should have more by now from all these tours and crowds

But it's just me and this bottle, so I'm about to pour it down

Fire gonna scorch the ground while I be telling my tales

Follow a treacherous trail but in the end I prevail

I know

[Chorus: Chris Webby & Jitta On The Track]

I gotta keep on pushing through it

And my therapy is making music

Without it I think I would lose it

So gather round

Gather round, listen up

'Cause what you know is, is not enough

Grab a blunt, fill your cup

Let me tell you some'

Till the campfires out campfires out telling stories til' the campfire's out

Light the match into the kerosene

Show what life is like behind the scene

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]

I deal with afflictions by willingly filing prescriptions

I live with conditions that really don't fit the descriptions

My grit and conviction's the reason I'm still in existence

My will and ambition's the reason I'm still in the business

Still I just wish I could turn off the shit in my brain

The positive and all negative, livin' the yin and the yang

I'm still insecure even when they be telling me, "Webby, you killing the game"

But feel like I'm still in the rain, I wait for these feelings to change

A fifth of the Jameson, I'll sip it away

Just give me whatever, I don't want to deal with this pain

Simple and plain, I don't want to bitch and complain

My life really isn't so bad, I'm making a living, it's strange

That I'm even feeling this way, I gotta be tough for the fans

I gotta be tough for my team, I gotta be tough for my fam'

People are counting on me and I cannot fuck up the plan

Just give me a bottle, I'm fine, I'll bottle it up in advanced

Don't stop and check in on myself, I just keep on moving ahead

My wounds never heal completely, no time for the bruises to mend

I push it all down like society says I should do as a man

Don't know how to talk about it but when written in music, I can

This is the way I get through with this music is all that I got

On top of that, I run a business, I need to be callin' the shots

With all the pressure of that mixed with the pressure of life

Got all this pressure that's pressing me, feel like my heads in a vice

I tell myself every night

[Chorus: Chris Webby & Jitta On The Track]

I gotta keep on pushing through it

And my therapy is making music

Without I think I would lose it

So gather round'

Gather round, listen up

'Cause what you know is, is not enough

Grab a blunt, fill your cup

Let me tell you some'

Till the campfires out, campfires out

Telling stories til' the campfire's out

Light the match into the kerosene

Show what life is like behind the scene