Got my mind on backwards these days

Always finding what words to say

Got me screaming why would you care

When I can’t look me in my face

I was fucked up

You were too drunk

Off of no sleep

Why’d I stay up

Waiting for you

To tell me

I’m not enough

I would sit there gasping for air

Tears stay streaming

No one compares

No one gets me there like you do

I’ve got too much nerve

You would always swerve

Waiting for my payday

Checks would always mayday

Going to the bars too much

My mind made up

I’ll get fucked up

Who gave a fuck? Yeah

Gave a fuck, yeah

Got my mind on backwards these days

Always finding what words to say

Got me screaming why would you care

When I can’t look me in my face

Got my mind on backwards these days

Always finding what words to say

Got me screaming why would you care

When I can’t look me in my face

I was fucked up

You were too drunk

Off of no sleep

Why’d I stay up

Waiting for you

To tell me

I’m not enough

Got my life wrapped up in tats and drugs

And sex, and what I wish I was

I easily keep falling for the thoughts that always start the wars in our life

I know she knows I’m sorry

I don’t owe anybody anything

If I lie I be sipping all the time

Only winning on my mind

Which I’m struggling to find

Without purpose it’s a first wish already broken, I’m certain

Only two things took for granted I’m a really fucked up person

And I’m never feeling worth it but the second that I get to where

I know I’ll still be searching for the person I once was before

The pennies got me lurching and the Henny went down easily

Remembering the hurt before when less of me was hurting, yeah

I get back up

Fell down enough

When the world starts spinning put down the cup

Drown out the noise with the buzzing

Inked up

Put my drink up

I don’t give a fuck

Yeah, you know wassup

No more roadblocks

Count the paystubs

Keep on mobbing with the painters with the paint brushes

Yeah

Got my mind on backwards these days

Always finding what words to say

Got me screaming why would you care

When I can’t look me in my face

Got my mind on backwards these days

Always finding what words to say

Got me screaming why would you care

When I can’t look me in my face

Inked up

Put my drink up

I don’t give a fuck

Yeah, you know wassup

No more roadblocks

Count the paystubs

Keep on mobbing with the painters with the paint brushes

Keep the real ones

Count your blessings

Always have fun

Life gets messy

Try to keep up

Stop the stressing

Try to keep up

Quit the guessing