Facing My Demons Lyrics

I'm facing my demons

I'm trading my sins in…for wins and

I'm taking my freedom

Replacing my sentence…with penance

I've got my reasons

For shit that I've lived with…but this is

My time and my season

As hard as this is it's…intended

I'm facing my demons

Tip the bottle take a swig so you can have the courage

To get what you gotta get to have a fuckin' purpose

You've been feeling worthless set to panic and the hearse is

Where you're probably gonna land if you don't really start to purge it

Drink up all your money just to piss it all away

People think your funny so they think that you're okay

Doesn't really matter cause your never gonna say

The way you really feel inside you're crumbling away

And so you drink up-smoke up-anything to cover it

You think some-hope comes-then you start to wonder if

Your even-focused-maybe your just blubberin'

You're weak and-hopeless-look at how your fumblin'

It's humblin' to say it…I'm runnin at the grave and…

The holes already dug-six feet under's where I'm layin'

I spent so much time on prayin'-just to find I was alone

No one's answering my prayers and no one's dialing my phone

But these bottles never leave me and the weed can keep me chill

The music entertains me-let the music keep me real

While my lights are shutting off because I can't appease the bills

Until they start to notice me and how I bring the skills

When the alcohol don't work to make me feel like I'm enough

I throw myself at women just so I can feel the love

I feel like I deserve because my life's been fucking tough

And the sex can take the pain away before it bottles up

So I pour about a cup-here we go it's bottoms up

Glass or girl it doesn't matter I'm not stopping til im done

I'm not stopping til the sun-shows it's little ugly face

Through the window then we'll start again when daylight runs away

I repeat the cycle-all the while-in denial-with a smile

Shit this life is such a trial-I'm a child-I get wild

I can throw a fit…and I pray that you see when

I do it it's because I've been facing my demons

I'm facing my demons

I'm trading my sins in…for wins and

I'm taking my freedom

Replacing my sentence…with penance

I've got my reasons

For shit that I've lived with…but this is

My time and my season

As hard as this is it's…intended

I'm facing my demons

Cuttin' up skin-that's somethin'…sometimes I still want it

Happiness has been elusive-shit you've thought I've done it

Staying in the dark is less intense than taking love in

Sometimes light is blinding-you find safety where your stuck it's

Hard to write this music-so conceptually and use it

That's the recipe infused with-parts from lesser me the truth is

It's gets messy because through it-I've been stepping on my shoes and

Now my toes are getting sore because I'm stomping when I do it

Take a couple substances and fit the words so cleverly

Together 'fore depression leaves you crumbling incredibly

It's numbing me with subtlety preparing me for heavily

Bottled up aggression to come out full force ahead of me

Cause I lock it all away until the moment that my top blows

Rock shows-hot hoes-kill it when I drop flows

Rehearse it till it's perfect that way not a single thought shows

Nervousness unsettling this life can be a lot bro

Really I'm not strong enough to handle things without the music

I do this for myself so I can process things that I've been through and

Since I do it well l I guess its good enough to sell a bit

To try to feed my demons through the funding if I keep it true and

Everything I'm selling you is everything I am I'm

More than just a song though I'm more than just a damn rhyme

Used to use my fists to solve my problem now I grab mics

Fightin' ain't the only way to make them throw up hands right?

That's a bar…shit I guess I'm at the bar

I repeat these cycles like it's nascar and I'm at the part

Where I go around again to make the same mistakes I gotta

Get out of this place man I got demons that I'm facin' I'm a

Man that always said I don't like being in a box but shit

I'm sitting in an octagon and standing at the opposite

Side the fucking thing is my mistakes fuckin' bitch

If I die you die to get out my head look what my guns against

I'm facing my demons

I'm trading my sins in…for wins and

I'm taking my freedom

Replacing my sentence…with penance

I've got my reasons

For shit that I've lived with…but this is

My time and my season

As hard as this is it's…intended

I'm facing my demons