Countdown

Tired of seeing the clocks count down Titanic, hold on, we gon' drown Whatever goes up comes down Cul de sac, but no way around Sick and tired of the fairy tales that never get old Imma roll with reality let tales befold No place to restore the lost soul Demons come knocking on my door Iced out heart sway down the neck Blood stains on the Christmas sled RIP to the soul long dead Drenched in another world instead Ay ooh ay drained, drained, drained Let it fade away, fade, fade, fade Intoxicated down my veins I just wish it was there for me Tired of seeing the clocks count down Titanic, hold on, we gon' drown Whatever goes up comes down Cul de sac, but no way around I know for sure it ain't the end of the road I'd be waiting at the end of the node Waiting to see the lonely soul climbing along the path that he was destined to go Hiding up all the wounds, covering up insecurities, I admit But I still see the hope even though I'm living the curse life comes with Gucci interlocking straight down the neck Popping a bottle to the words I said Loving the bitter aftertaste of VS But the Martell arch runs smooth down the neck Ay ooh ay, to the head .35 round in the glock Yeah uh wait, I cannot die before we reach the top Yeah, in the crib, boozing up, let it rain I just wish it was there for me Tired of seeing the clocks count down Titanic, hold on, we gon' drown Whatever goes up comes down Cul de sac, but no way around --- Countdown - TOX1N