Lyrics

Shirt, watch and shoes shining in the mirror
Showing at the office
With the leather, cologne and dollar bills
Phone in hand and the talk that runs business

Fight, my son for your life
Fly and leave the grime
Reset all the time
And rise!

A text that indicates psychiatric help
And a carton of vodka
Waiting in line and witnessing
Downtown's patience run out

Once in, the prescription wasn't and was never gonna be ready
Wrong medication, false expectations
Home arrived, so did parents
And the couch became what Play Station VR is these days
FUCK...!
Mexican cartels, falling buildings, dirty towels
Dirty blankets and enough sweat to fill up all the gallons I'd drank
Pills turned into candy, and candy turned into the substance
My body went from loving to collapsing over, hurting over, bragging over
Tripping over...