
Still Gettin' High (Acoustic) Lyrics
- Genre:Acoustic
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
I'm still figuring it out well fuck it
Paving my own road, with the knife in my pocket
I'm not a faker so why try it
I'm still getting high so why fucking hide it
I'm still getting high
I forget the concept of time
And all these plans and all of these rhymes
They don't seem to add up to nothing oh no
I've travelled the road less travelled
Then the one less travelled than that
I've always been the opposition never liked tradition too much
Oh, let me catch you up
Life's an empty gun with no bullet
Unless you load it up…find the trigger and pull it
Life will show you if you're full of it
You'll get humbled, till you fumble the ball and fall down
I'm still figuring it out well fuck it
Paving my own road, with the knife in my pocket
I'm not a faker so why try it
I'm still getting high so why fucking hide it
I tried comedy it was not for me
Too many egos on stage who need therapy
And writing songs for radio
Was a dream of mine till I made it my own
Yea I got bored writing bout beer and trucks
I'll leave it to AI and nickel back, I left music row and I ain't looking back
I'm still figuring it out well fuck it
Paving my own road, with the knife in my pocket
I'm not a faker so why try it
I'm still getting high so why fucking hide it
Life's an empty gun with no bullet
Unless you load it up…find the trigger and pull it
Life will show you if you're full of it
You'll get humbled, till you fumble the ball and fall down
I never colored in the circles, never signed on the dotted line
Never had my ducks in a row, I forget to dot my Is
I don't follow the rules if the rules don't make sense
I don't wanna die in a world I never really got to live in
I don't wanna die in a world I never really ever got to live in