Sick Of Myself (Acoustic) ft. Foreign Republic Lyrics

I've up and had it

Your habits

Aren't really the best

You're just the saddest

And maddest

With a puff in your chest

Keep keeping at it

And with practice

You'll get better I bet

And if you haven't

Jesus Christ man, that's really pathetic

There I finally said it

I can't believe you don't get it

How many years has it been?

My best guess is probably seven

And when you're 70 years old

Can you smile about today though

When you're sat in the school yard

Writing, thinking you're J Cole

And if you don't wanna listen to the truth, then that's okay

It'll come back to bite you in the ass someday

And if you really can't afford to live the right way

Then I guess you've got no choice, we'll do it my way

I'm so tired of you

Wasting my time

(Wasting my time)

You could poor your soul into this project

And you won't make a dime

(Won't make a dime)

If you get a nine to five

Then maybe you could be alright

Then get a couple kids and maybe you'll be good at this

And if you're not a pro by the age of 25

Then you may as well be useful

And sell off your life

I don't wanna listen to your truth

'Cause you're insane

I feel like we have this conversation everyday

How many album release failures is it gonna take

To convince you to just pack it up and walk away?

Oh, what happens when time is all I have left?

When I've spent all my money, cut off all my friends

'Cause I couldn't have taken one second to rest

In my youth just to make sure I rest when I'm dead

Oh my oh my, how deeply profound

That eventually everyone sleeps in the ground

I try not to think of it while I'm around

But death and it's permanence keeps me from having a

Good day or bad day because I feel nothing

Except for the pressure to make it mean something

Does anyone else obsess over what's coming?

My life will be over, there's no way to stop it

I've tried, I've tried, but the thinking won't stop

About how in a few years my body will drop

If I like it or not, If I'm ready or what

So come on and hit me with all that you've got