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It’s really kinda difficult for me to come say on a beat,
Then I been gettin drunk again and trying to keep it discrete,
Feel like I got so many fans holdin strong cause of me,
How can I let em down, and tell em, and admit I was weak,
-like I was 9 months sober, I can handle a drink,
No one can say a thing about it, give a damn what you think,
Man I can’t stand to be locked up all night,
Look at the stories, everybody out live in the life,
Not to mention I’m alone in dome,Relationships don’t last forever, hold it close for it’s gone,
The bottom of the bottles dry and I don’t feel like home,
I’m at this fork in the road, again
Battling which way to go,
And the sun will fade,
Nights will come
A broken heart, with a loaded gun
I can’t call this home, I can’t call this song
A broken man,
a troubled soul,
empty bottles dont right my wrongs, I can’t call this home,
I can’t call this home
When the song is over
And my mind don’t love me sober
And I know I cannot walk from all mistakes
When this room don’t feel like home
And as I grow older
I can feel this love is colder
I’m trying not to leave but I know deep down I never felt like home
I would drown in southern comfort ,
But never found the comfort
Yea I hate to say I get these traits from my mother,
One thing they never understood ,
I was really cut like no other, so many months in the gutter,
Ain’t had a thing that I wanted,
So….
What you think we first to
Drugs and alcohol some shit that really only hurt you,
Ain’t no one to turn to
Everyone been going through they own hell,
Feel like life it isn’t goin well,
-you ever had a broken heart and loaded gun at the same time?
And a empty pint of whiskey, got control of your mind,
-you been Hurting the people that really matter the most,
Might be Somewhere at a barstool, till they
say that they closed , Damn
This ain’t what it is and feel like
Slipping in this quick sand,
-One sip and I get hooked damn,
Picture me convincing a judge that im a good man
- slipped up and that wasn’t a good plan
A broken man,
a troubled soul,
empty bottles dont right my wrongs, I can’t call this home,
I can’t call this home
When the song is over
And my mind don’t love me sober
And I know I cannot walk from all mistakes
When this room don’t feel like home
And as I grow older
I can feel this love is colder
I’m trying not to leave but I know deep down I never felt like home