ninewaters - ways lyrics
[ninewaters - ways lyrics]
Yeah, I could try put up a fight
But I know I couldn't take it
You know what I like
Crate of beers in my basement
Never living right
I'm not sober I can face it
And I hate this
Dressed in all white like a racist
I can't afford new clothes
Can't even pick up hoes i'm kind of rank
I sit alone and I pick my nose
You know I don't try though
Cigarettes I buy those need a way to cope
Maybe pillies I would try those
Two shots to the head, blow my brains out
I know I'm gonna end up dead by my ways now
Kind of tired of this planet
Everything is sour i cried for help
But they won't listen so I sing it louder
I can't blamе life for the way it goes
But thе way it goes got me feeling low
But I can't help
But feel like I'm the star of the show
Where'd the crowd go? nobody knows
There's something in my life
I would live for
I like love, I like drugs, what I'd give for
I've tried too many gateways
I'm knocking at the fifth door
I wonder what is in store
Yeah, I could try put up a fight
But I know I couldn't take it
You know what I like
Crate of beers in my basement
Never living right
I'm not sober I can face it
And I hate this
Dressed in all white like a racist
I can't afford new clothes
Can't even pick up hoes i'm kind of rank
I sit alone and I pick my nose
You know I don't try though
Cigarettes I buy those need a way to cope
Maybe pillies I would try those
But I know I couldn't take it
You know what I like
Crate of beers in my basement
Never living right
I'm not sober I can face it
And I hate this
Dressed in all white like a racist
I can't afford new clothes
Can't even pick up hoes i'm kind of rank
I sit alone and I pick my nose
You know I don't try though
Cigarettes I buy those need a way to cope
Maybe pillies I would try those
Two shots to the head, blow my brains out
I know I'm gonna end up dead by my ways now
Kind of tired of this planet
Everything is sour i cried for help
But they won't listen so I sing it louder
I can't blamе life for the way it goes
But thе way it goes got me feeling low
But I can't help
But feel like I'm the star of the show
Where'd the crowd go? nobody knows
There's something in my life
I would live for
I like love, I like drugs, what I'd give for
I've tried too many gateways
I'm knocking at the fifth door
I wonder what is in store
Yeah, I could try put up a fight
But I know I couldn't take it
You know what I like
Crate of beers in my basement
Never living right
I'm not sober I can face it
And I hate this
Dressed in all white like a racist
I can't afford new clothes
Can't even pick up hoes i'm kind of rank
I sit alone and I pick my nose
You know I don't try though
Cigarettes I buy those need a way to cope
Maybe pillies I would try those