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LYRICS
there’s smoke in the sky again
So I’m getting high again
take another hit to the diaphragm
I never drew the diagram
How to deal with this shit so I steal and lie again whoa
You’re my dream you’re my nightmare
Life is a bitch she don’t fight fair leave you right there
I was hoping that you notice my despair
run away from the pain while pretending that I don’t care
First they Incite the violence
Turn around and Then they Invite the silence
Burn it down
I think I need some guidance
The kids don’t stand a chance
OLD MAN TROUBLE BACK AGAIN
Fucking up my plans like OH NO, OH NO
IM BACK TO THE BLACK AGAIN
GETTING FUCKED UP AGAIN OH NO OH NO
OLD MAN TROUBLE BACK AGAIN
THOUGHT I HAD THE UPPER HAND OH NO OH NO
IM BACK TO THE BLACK AGAIN
GETTING FUCKED UP Again OH NO OH NO
This cycle is repetitive
Sex rock and roll sedatives degenerates need medicine
spend money for the hell of it
we don’t give a fuck what they selling like we celibate whoa
I know I’ve been a piece of shit
Should’ve learned by now peace need it quick (least a piece of it)
In school they ain’t teaching it
Each of us tryna find release but it seems a bit slow
OLD MAN TROUBLE BACK AGAIN
Fucking up my plans like OH NO, OH NO
IM BACK TO THE BLACK AGAIN
GETTING FUCKED UP AGAIN OH NO OH NO
OLD MAN TROUBLE BACK AGAIN
THOUGHT I HAD THE UPPER HAND OH NO OH NO
IM BACK TO THE BLACK AGAIN
GETTING FUCKED UP Again OH NO OH NO
Gimme drink smoke
Whatever you selling
I’m a sick joke
My presidents a felon
And I can’t cope
So I love the pain
And I stick poke
With my kinfolk
Gimme drink smoke
Whatever you selling
I’m a sick joke
My presidents a felon and I can’t cope
I’m in love with the pain
We taking on the system cuz it broke
Woooooo
Oh no!
OLD MAN TROUBLE BACK AGAIN
Fucking up my plans like OH NO, OH NO
IM BACK TO THE BLACK AGAIN
GETTING FUCKED UP AGAIN OH NO OH NO
OLD MAN TROUBLE BACK AGAIN
THOUGHT I HAD THE UPPER HAND OH NO OH NO
IM BACK TO THE BLACK AGAIN
GETTING FUCKED UP Again OH NO OH NO
PUT ME UNDER
Put me under
Put me under
Turn off my mind
Turn off the news
Turn it all off I’m not ready to choose
Nothing is fine
Nothing to lose
I think my breakdown is long overdue
Tell the doctor I’m ready for
Black
Oh
Put me under
Oh
Put me under
Silent the sound
As I come back around
Let go of all that was holding me down
It’s getting too loud
Alone in the crowd
Holding my breath for so long I might drown
Tell the doctor I’m ready for
Black
Oh
Put me under
Oh
Put me under
Oh
Put me under
Oh
put me under
The higher the climb
The harder the fall
I’m terrified none of it matters at all
I’m popping a pill
My head in the sand
I gotta get out of here quick as I can
Turn off the radio
miss all the calls
Can’t be reminded
Sick of it all
Trying to numb it my head in the sand
I gotta get out of here gotta get out
The higher the climb
The harder the fall
I’m terrified none of it matters at all
I’m popping a pill
My head in the sand
I gotta get out of here quick as I can
Turn off the radio
miss all the calls
Can’t be reminded
Sick of it all
Trying to numb it my head in the sand
Put me under
Oh
Put me under
Oh
Put me under