pseudoexcuses Lyrics

Uhm, I'm just gonna be real

I was faded as fuck and falling

Feel the force of gravity

Grab ahold of the bottle

I battle the beers with Hennessy

Helping hand for the struggle

When I die I hope they pour all that shit out

And leave a puddle, I'm clouded

Can't keep the luggage when I dissipate

It's the aches of aorta this sort of ceiling breaks

I broke the spinach down

Twisted feeling how I'm shivering

Cold as a bitch so never sweat the b.s. when I'm depressed

Rather relapse in my head to come up with excuses

Not new to that, who is this

Blue and black, stupid shit

They looking for a hug I got the open arms, crucifix

Hanging by a thread, don't sew me up I rip the seams

Usually lucid this user is loosing in these vivid dreams

Wake up like the Folgers

Try to hold me down I'm stoned to stay afloat

Before the storm is stealing all my thunder

Golden crown is creeping from the hands

I snatch it up and finders keepers

The kind of evil that makes a mortal man be deceitful, yeah

Realest rhythm really caught me on my bullshit

Triggered, time is ticking

Feel the trigger finna pull it

And pedaling backwards, medicine tactful

But tentative tendencies tend to be handfuls

When happiness absent I bask in the little shit

Shadows follow try'na borrow optimistic thinking

Thoughts were full of it

But too late I'm too fake, she spit that sweet shit

Got a toothache in her mouth

I'm living south but from the west though

Best coast, better hope your motives, intentions are pure

You're pseudo like some silicone

I'm solely exploiting your bluff

We turn to the drugs and turn into slugs

Slipping deeper, drinking dizzy 'til my liver hates me

Faded, faded

I was faded as fuck and falling

Feel the force of gravity

Grab ahold of the bottle

I battle the beers with Hennessy

Helping hand for the struggle

When I die I hope they pour all that shit out

And leave a puddle, I'm clouded

Can't keep the luggage when I dissipate

It's the aches of aorta this sort of ceiling breaks

I broke the spinach down

Twisted feeling how I'm shivering

Cold as a bitch so never sweat the b.s. when I'm depressed

Rather relapse in my head to come up with excuses

(Not new to that, who is this

Blue and black, stupid shit

They looking for a hug I got the open arms, crucifix

Hanging by a thread, don't sew me up I rip the seams

Usually lucid this user is loosing in these vivid)

Uhm, I'm just gonna be real