Sadistik & Kristoff Krane - Freedumb lyrics

Kristoff Krane I feel alone and depressed, I miss my best friend My wife's a thousand miles from home, the road I'm on's a dead end and So I lie to smoke choking shove my fat grin with a bag of preservatives till I perch in a napkin In the back of a van with no backup plan Just some lower back pain from holding up this avalanche If I had the chance to change I probably wouldn't take it I preferred the benefits of learning how to communicate it I miss the Mrs so much, I hold a picture of her To bridge the gap between her touch and my vision of us If it wasn't for your love I couldn't trust the rush of endorphins So thanks for reminding me about what's important Sadistik I'm one van nap away from coming just a sliced throat from that path I take I'm struggling to find home I'm on the right road leading me to nowhere and I don't know where I learned to juggling knife show But I hope it's embedded on my gravestone Brainstorm so much that my head is filled with rainbows There's no pot of gold, leprachauns and fables Just another hollow soul with d**h upon his facial I'm just a vagabond who never had a mum, who ever had a bond except when it was painful So I never stayed close, I stayed sharp with the crayons in my paws sketching all the angels Sadistik & Kristoff Krane My God - if I do not change the way I'm living I'ma Die young - but at least then you could say I did it like an Icon - left them all uplifted and constricted like a Python - sipping on elixirs just to fit in with the Life long friends who helped me paint a pretty picture so when I'm gone we can all pretend I made a difference within My songs ride on Ride on Ride on to that distant sunset till the bu*terflies in stomachs learn to fly on Top of the puddle till I reach the light at the end of the tunnel I'm blind from Caught in a struggle I'm trying to fly with my head into trouble my mind's numb I know I'm low, high hopes I focus my sights on Divulge my soul I'm so hopeless in my thoughts Before sky high beanstalks Tied tongue sing low while I sweet talk We walked a thin line between self destruct and detox Cos these scars are deep enough to rob us of our freedom