Haven’t slept in the past four days (Yeah yeah)
Can’t get a handle onto my own brain (oh yeah)
Wide eyed off a million things (yeah yeah)
I been slipping into my old ways (oh yeah)

Haven’t slept in the past four days
Can’t get a handle onto my own brain
I been slipping into my old ways

The voices in my head
Made me write this song instead

So I loop it
I loop it
I loop it
And loop it again
I loop it
I loop it
I loop i
And loop it again

Standing in the corner like I run the block
Spirits set to zero with the bottles on my my countertop
Eyes on bloodshot
Working like a guns cocked
Reaching for a double shot
Knock knock (here it comes)

Scrolling through some fomo
Feel like bozo at the big top
Reaching for a cannon
Just so I could hit the big
Lit a cigarella
Ducking link ups w the fellas
Now my eyes ain’t closed In Hellas
Guess my dreamin never did stop