Direction

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah C-lance let's go Every day it's like a whole new game And I get nervous every time I gotta go through change I'm twenty-four I gotta pull my weight But it's hard now that everybody knows my name That's cool though I guess I keep it to myself But ain't nobody feel the type of feelings that I felt I put no fear into my health I'd rather roll one up Until that chain around my neck is looking cold as fuck I might, punch you in the stomach 'til your shoulders touch Ya'll just think I'm going crazy, "Merk hold your tongue" nah Those days are over, drinkin' straight, I never chased with soda Thinking back when mama used to scoop me in that beige Corolla We drank Corona by the bed just never staying sober Wake up in the A.M. and I'm always on that same old corner Coming home high and we would try to keep the same composure The back alleys all we needed as a place for closure Who knew? that's how it goes I guess I'll be six feet under water tryna hold my breath Merk I'm tryna pick my direction Sometimes you need a minute These demons keep creeping on my shoulders Take a hard look at your life and who's in it These demons keep creepin', demons keep creepin' I just see right through 'em I see the details I'm tryna pick my direction Bad luck can get you, listen to that gut But you can be a loser and you wouldn't tell the difference Now everything you used to think mattered really didn't You ain't a baller you a product of the system But you biting for the bait when you should be the one fishing Get behind the wheel fuck the passenger seat You got the steering and control and the gas at your feet Look, you hear the rumors and you let 'em all consume you As if it wasn't something you'd already gotten used to Boo-hoo put your big boy pants on And drink another bottle but that shit won't last long You feel superhuman when you peel that cap off Every other morning it's the same old sad song The pain and the regret won't let you take another step You claim you feel okay but in the face you look depressed I hope you hear this and you go get some help It's not for you I wrote this to myself I'm tryna pick my direction Sometimes you need a minute These demons keep creeping on my shoulders Take a hard look at your life and who's in it Demons keep creepin', demons keep creepin' I just see right through 'em I see the details I'm tryna pick my direction Bad luck can get you, listen to that gut (Why does the sun come up? Why do you think the sun comes up? The sun comes up every single day Why though? 'Cause God wanted it to, that's why When it goes away, where does it go? Where's it go? Yeah I know where it goes It goes on the, it goes right there by the beach where else? Really? Where'd you think it goes at? What's the matter with you? That's a stupid question to ask) --- Direction - Merkules