Still Gettin' High (Acoustic) 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