Sit 'Em Down

I don't do shrooms anymore, I got too many demons

If I'm forced to confront 'em, I'll ruin the evenin'

I don't like this human I'm bein'

What you might be seein's an illusion, looks are deceivin'

Too many things that I'm doing ain't mean shit

Every time, I just took it to thee chin

I drink on my sadder days when I'm brutally weakened

So if I say that I drink on my Saturdays, that ain't exclusively weekends

Catch up

Must'a heard that I may o' may not got the sauce

Hop on the mic and pop off at the jaw

Relish my life, though it gets harder to swallow