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Look at what the cat dragged in, still breathing last night's air/Hand shaking cause the vice never fights fair/And you're relating cause' you struggle with the same shit/And wrote the threat of addiction off with the same sip/Drowning, holding on to anything and everything around me, staring down the barrel of a browning/Scowering, looking for any chance that allows me to sip another bad taste down and devour it whole/Young bright and bold with a bottle for a friend and a heart full of holes/No diamond in a stocking full of coal/Never listen to the world when it told me I should slow my roll/It's abusive, but never hands on a women, choked a couple bottle necks and pounced when I shouldn't/If the proof is in the pudding I done ate it all up, instead of savoring the taste I love/I'm on that shit again and I don't wanna come back down/I hold my broken crown i pieces/Pour my last shot to the ground/You're on that shit again, trying to overload my moudn/You always chase me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds/I won't come down/What's your meaning of high, huh?Getting lifted on a smoke cloud, moderately poisoning yourself until you zone out?/Stick the dragon in your veins, sniffing Adderall and Cain, tilt another Styrofoam cup to your mouth/Me? I got my ow way to get up, starts with a rocks glass and ends with a hiccup/And all the while I've been camouflaging my symptoms like I don't do the harder drugs cause I slip up/Slip up - yeah that kid slipped up - rehabilitated twice and skipped straight to the pub/I got my pops freaking out about his son and I'm juggling the stress of an artist by getting drunk/No difference /SongtexteI escape like the rest of them, no thought, no faith like the rest of them/I've been focusing and fighting so hard that I deserve a little bit of R & R, right?I'm on that shit again and I don't wanna come back down/I hold my broken crown i pieces/Pour my last shot to the ground/You're on that shit again, trying to overload my mound/You always chase me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds/I won't come down/I never claimed to be a saint, shit/I built a life off of mishaps/And cheers proudly to my flaws with a chipped glass/The sick fact is I'm happy when I'm shit-canned/At least a little bit, I smile like a lit candle/But I'm aware that I'm just blinded by the blanket of it/And stress doesn't get relinquished just by drinking something/And I don't know if I'm addicted to the feeling or the fact that I can make a little exit without thinking of it/Hell, I guess I'm showing all the signs huh?/And redirecting to where that alcohol defines fun/And I'll admit that I've been known to have a good time, but promised that I'd never cross the line/But never learned to draw it, call it, write it with a goal, make it so the night train never gets to go/I'm as vulnerable as any of you other Joe Shmoe's and got a couple little vices of my own.I'm on that shit again and I don't wanna come back down/I hold my broken crown i pieces/Pour my last shot to the ground/You're on that shit again, trying to overload my mound/You always chase me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds/I won't come down/ Aus Songtexte Mania