unknown futures

Another habit to pick up, what a fucking life

I drink that shit till I hiccup, and then I refill the vice

It's like my whole life been rigged like It's rolling dice

Give me the snake eyes already, let them eat the mice

My eyes been feeling heavy, my heart the opposite

My brain never ready, re-up my confidence

Guzzle up a couple tallboys, that's my next meal

Feel like I got a small voice, wait till my chest heal

Common conversations of the inner self

Self-doubt and second guessing seem to really fit me well, whatever...

Every day I swear I'm getting better till'

I fall back on my ass, self-sabotage a guilty pleasure