JUDGEMENT DAY

I've run on nothing but Christ

Was a brand new blunt for lunch, another one at night

I don't wake up till a quarter past five, when the day's almost done

So I'm late to work almost half of the month

I'd keep my head on straight if it weighed a little bit less

I'm littered with stress

I write to remember and sing to forget

I wish I made myself a little impressed, but

I can't stand myself, my breath, my hair, my mess of a room

I keep people at bay, the mistakes that I've made is the reason I do

I'm sinking my teeth into daily fast food,