Years - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

A little long have I been sittin' here, but feelin' weird

Starin' at the street but chuggin' down my beer

Churnin' over thoughts, shouldn't'a disappeared

Months turn to years exactly what I fear, fear, fear

Both my hands are tied at the moment

And you could use my help, but you don't deserve it

Words, our common enemy, without a thought

Lips are movin' quickly, but my brain is not

Liquor's been makin' my face turn red, my nerves are shot

Got away with fooling you, but I'll get caught

But I'll get caught

Both my hands are tied at the moment

And you could use my help, but you don't deserve it

Cash in the negative, deep hole

Got itchy fingers, and I lack control

No matter whatever gets thrown my way, don't fold

I'll be rising out of this, it's getting old, old, old

Both my hands are tied at the moment

And you could use my help, but you don't deserve it

Both my hands are tied at the moment

And you could use my help, but you don't deserve it

I'm through, I'm through, I'm through, I'm through

Keep rise and falling almost every day

Nothing really happens, it just stays the same

Some days are wild, some days are tame

Wakin' up tomorrow with today's stain

Wake up tomorrow with today's stain

Wakin' up tomorrow with today's stain

Wake up tomorrow with today's stain

Wakin' up tomorrow with today's stain