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Five days sober since the slip up

Tryna keep my mouth closed, gotta keep my chin up

Really it was nothing, this was just a mix up

Mixed up in the liquor, I just get the hiccups

I don't really have a problem, I'm just so polite that, I can't turn it down, but I know that it Ain't right

And all I do is make excuses, Instead of retribution

I could pay the price, but lately I been mooching

I been speaking fluent in a language I ain't used to

Talking so much shit, took a class in Metamucil

Telling me that I should get some help but I refuse to

Admit I've got a problem, homie you should try my shoes too, I used to

Fill myself with toxins just to make me feel strong

But when it made me weaker I thought that something was wrong

With the drugs that they supplied me, I'll just take another one

But I won't get no help, nah I'll just write another song

Crying for attention, but declining the help

Clearing up my mental, but declining in health

Buy expensive liquor just to place on the shelf

Stronger in financials, but declining in wealth

And I'm defining myself as someone with all of these

Problems that'd bring the average man to his knees

But I stand tall so my fam can count on me

When I make these mistakes I try not to repeat

Five day bender on the docket

I been blasting off, getting higher than a rocket

And I got the plug, treat my nose just like a socket

I been flying high, catch me hanging out the cockpit

Know I gotta watch it, but I wanna look away

When I make these mistakes or things don't go my way

When I'm lead astray, but I'm making my own path

The morning after sickness this ain't worth the aftermath

Got the feeling I might crash, like a sugar rush

The fear could knock me on my ass, like a sucker punch

I know the feeling never lasts, like a high school crush

I'm always feel like I'm in last, like I'm underbrush

And I been thinking bout the past, how I keep on moving forward

But I'm back where I began when I go around the corner

I know I always feel bad with the pestle to the mortar

But never lying in the lyrics when I turn on the recorder

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