| You ever feel like you digging your own grave? |
| 'Cause you know there’s shit that you shouldn’t be doing |
| But you can’t get out of your own way? |
| Can’t even make it a whole day without smoking or drinking |
| Or some sort of thing that you need in your life to feel okay |
| Death guaranteed, guess you can’t avoid it |
| Something gon' kill us, pick your poison |
| Our stories are different but often alike |
| Ain’t here to judge you or offer advice |
| They see that we hurting and offer a vice |
| I swear to God, since a kid I’ve been watching my parents |
| Just smoke all these Marlboro Lights |
| Knowing this shit’s gonna cost them a price |
| Aye, it’s no wonder they coughing at night |
| Who are we kidding, man, this is America |
| Give you some pills and a shovel to dig your own grave |
| When all you needed was a therapist |
| I know they ain’t taking care of us |
| Long as they got us addicted to something and coming for more |
| Really, that’s imperative, uh |
| Yeah |
| Digging my own grave, could you lift me up? |
| Digging my own grave, could you lift me up? |
| Digging my own grave, could you lift me up? |
| Could you lift me up? |
| Aye |
| Give me something, I just wanna feel more |
| They get you to a level where you’d kill for it |
| Every single thing we want that’s bad for us |
| They go and hang it up on all the billboards |
| Got a little taste, now you get attached to it |
| We all doing shit that we never planned to |
| I got a homie saying he ain’t got no vices |
| But everyday that motherfucker eating fast food |
| Got another friend, she depressed now |
| Doc gave her medicine to test out |
| I’m trying to explain to her stress kills |
| But she can’t hear me out, she too stressed out |
| I wanna change 'fore it’s too late |
| I wanna start over fresh and reset |
| And just pack all my shit in a suitcase |
| Taking my mind to a new place |
| You ever feel like you digging your own grave? |
| 'Cause you know there’s shit that you shouldn’t be doing |
| But you can’t get out of your own way? |
| Can’t even make it a whole day without smoking or drinking |
| Or some sort of thing that you need in your life to feel okay |
| Death guaranteed, can’t avoid it |
| Something gon' kill us, pick your poison |
| Yeah |
| Digging my own grave, could you lift me up? |
| Digging my own grave, could you lift me up? |
| Digging my own grave, could you lift me up? |
| Could you lift me up? |
| Aye |