Budo - Vice Grip lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 sh** 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 [Hook] I'm on that sh** again and I don't wanna come back down I hold my broken crown in pieces Pour my last shot to the ground You're on that sh** 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 [Verse 2] 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 own way to get up Starts with a rocks gla** and ends with a hiccup And all the while I've been camouflaging my symptoms Like I don't do the harder d** 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 I 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? [Hook] I'm on that sh** again and I don't wanna come back down I hold my broken crown in pieces Pour my last shot to the ground You're on that sh** 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 [Verse 3] I never claimed to be a saint, sh** I built a life off of mishaps And cheers proudly to my flaws with a chipped gla** The sick fact is I'm happy when I'm sh**-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 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 [Hook] I'm on that sh** again and I don't wanna come back down I hold my broken crown in pieces Pour my last shot to the ground You're on that sh** 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