Here I am, same spot, same time.
We're still sittin at this table, but there ain't nothing to dine.
For every pretty penny, and every pocket of pence.
I'm not wanting a reaction, just some recognition for the places I've went.
I'm so tired and I'm so sick.
Of these People who follow me, and you don't care, cause you're a ****.
I put a price on these dice, and asking myself is there more to life.......
I guess not.

It just feels like I'm going in a circle,
you know all I wanted was help but that would be ******* miracle.
Back in, back out, this body is losing
But you don't give a ****, just back to abusing.
With weights on these shoulders, it feels like I'm carrying boulders.
My life, my love, my family, I wear it like a glove, and everytime push comes to shove,
I'll walk free and release the white dove.

So hand on the passion fruit with Lil extra passion,
Add some Henny and **** and let's get back to crashing.
The faces of the people who I've lost along the way.
But if you gotta lil bitty problem just say,
You know I won't listen cos this is promo.
We'll be laughin like a Matrix cos this ***** in slow mo.