Stacked Odds

By PURE GUTTED

On Weak

Released on July 24, 2020

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[Intro]

You know my, you know my-

I know my, I know my-

They know my, they know my-

We know my, we know my-


[Verse 1]

We know my odds are stacked

I got my mirror cracked

Caught in another crossfire from another attack

Not my crime but the given time's mine and that's simply a fact

And still my life is backed into a corner by the fine

I couldn't ever dream of paying if I even knew the currency

Demanded from my pocket in this nightmare fucking constantly

To haul my brain out of the red and cart it back to black

We know my odds are stacked

You can catch me on the road like Kerouac

Except I'm aiming for the fender of a passing speeding Cadillac

Yeah, we're still doing that

Alright then dickhead, what do you do on your holidays?

Probably some stupid shit like "manage to relax"

Don't ever let that be me, please

'Cause that'd be too bearable

And that just wouldn't sit right

With the way my odds are stacked


[Verse 2]

You wanna talk about stacked odds?

Got less life left in me than a laptop

So stressed out from the inside lifestyle

Gotta set sail but my prison is landlocked

Stuck here living my life under a fat rock

God bless everybody stuck inside a bad job

And yeah

Money is the blood in the Earth's dead veins

So I drizzle my will into a black box every day


[Bridge]

Because business is crashing

Because my business is crashing

Because crashing is my business

And business is good

I have got a fucked-with state of mind

I ate dirt, so, I'm guessing I can drink some mud


[Verse 3]

Got my odds stacked like a chimney

When it's Global Warming windy

Stacked like cash, like bricks of ditch weed

Like the barrels in a missile battery

You know I've got my odds

Stacked like Lionel likes ladies

Stacked like lumber on a lorry going crazy

Swerving and snaking across every lane

As the harnesses buckle and threaten to break

I'm not lazy; I'm trapped in a life-long death throes

Can't see the maze for the haze and the hedgerows

Out of breath by the late afternoon

I was born dead... what's your excuse?

I stack invisible accolades up

Spare me the odds 'cause I don't give a fuck

I'm still a goddess when I can't get out of my bed

But it's never enough


[Outro]

"Life is like a pipe

And I'm a tiny penny

Rolling up the walls inside"

I just need it to stop