| One bed apartment with stains on the rug |
| Buncha shit I don't need and a girl I don't love |
| Working two job to get by with the bills |
| Getting high by myself writing words that I feel |
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| And I know that this high road ain't the only way out this mess |
| But I know I'm too hard headed I'll be damned if I live with regrets |
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| And those times I thought I drowned |
| I forgot I always pop my head up |
| In this life one thing I found |
| It's not normal to never be fed up |
| So go ahead, go tell em like you always knew |
| Now go ahead, don't sugar coat it, just tell your truth |
| When I thought I let me down |
| I forgot I always pop my head up |
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| I felt exhausted |
| I felt deserted |
| I prayed to god, I don't know if he heard it |
| Writing these songs in this small ass apartment |
| Forgot where I was and I found where my heart is |
| And I know in my heart that we gon' be fine |
| Cause lord knows the dark always comes to the light |
| And I'd fall apart before I called it quits |
| I'd rather do oh wells before I do what ifs |
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| Because I know that this high road ain't the only way out this mess |
| But I know I'm too hard headed I'll be damned if I live with regrets |
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| And those times I thought I drowned |
| I forgot I always pop my head up |
| In this life one thing I found |
| It's not normal to never be fed up |
| So go ahead, go tell em like you always knew |
| Now go ahead, don't sugar coat it, just tell your truth |
| When I thought I let me down |
| I forgot I always pop my head up |
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| Hard work is earned and these dreams ain't for free |
| Maybe that's why I'm still here losing sleep |
| Hard work is earned and these dreams ain't for free |
| Maybe that's why I'm still here losing sleep |
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