Red Wine. Lyrics

Red wine, after an afternoon of sun. I live most Of my days tryna be a better son

But I'm done, I'm doing things for me. Whether that means, like I don't know

Watching some TV or some porn. Sometimes I Wish that I was never born

I'm torn, between music and my friends. Like if I give up on one, then the other meets its end

So I try to bend, my schedule. Drinking lots of Red Bull, to stay up late at night

Just hoping that I make it. Writing 20 songs When Sadness, wraps me like a blanket

Not sure how much more my wallet could Fucking take it

Not saying that I'm poor, well actually I am. So I can't rap about no money

And I can't rap about no bitches. And I do not Own a gun

So I can't rap about no switches. I'm losing my Mind, from writing what's real

Cause nowadays real well, really don't Appeal. I feel, more broken than ever

My first album was trash, but I don't think I Cloud do better

I've written like three, suicide letters. Disguised as a song, just to feel deader

The weather, inside my mind. Storming so Much that, I'm losing my mind

I think that depression, was in my design. And If being happy was a job, my brain would Resign

If you could see joy, my eyes would be blind. And if love was an offer, then my heart would Decline

It's time, to get over my flaws. I tried to be Sober, but I just cannot get over withdrawals

I pause, so hold the applause. I cause, almost All of my problems

Some self made shit, like them hand carved Columns . All of it on purpose, I might not have A purpose

I'm dying inside, but surviving on the surface. It's worthless, to face all of my fears

When I'm in the public, I make sure it appears. All good and well

Not like my head and soul's been, locked up in A cell

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Logan

Happy birthday to you

Get plastered you will

Get plastered you