Connor Evans - Issues

I am officially on my pot shit
Took the Vegas night, couldn't stop this
Gone, why you had to take the life of an honest man
What's your plan 'cause I feel like I lost this
You even listening?
Sometimes I wonder if you there, if you GIVE A SHIT
Sometimes I look up to the sky like that's really it
But this is just life with the realest
And these kids like five popping Ritalin
And they mount on ANTIDEPRESSANTS
Product of a system that don't get the message
Cover up the symptoms but won't treat THE ESSENCE
Like that's the solution
And we all rock Nike but know when just deuce it
All taught like we know better, we so clever
All walk like we go getters, we don't ever get nothing
They're complaint is just stupid

I got my ISSUES, yeah
You've got your issues, yeah
We can't do wrong
On our sleeves we got our issues, yeah
I wanna tell you what side is going down
Down, down, down, down
One side is going down, down, down, down

Rest in peace for my cousin, I'm sorry I didn't know you
Any better, I was young you was always a lil' older
Just know your fam misses you, saw it when we was over
At the funeral for grandpa, bye, when grandma thought my dad was her husband
In the casket, I to the side and my dad, he just laughed
But I could see the PAIN in his eyes, or maybe not
Didn't ask at all, my mind racing like Adderall
Take time to space it, add it all together
After all we're ALL THE SAME in different ways
I thought a man ain't a man until he getting paid
If God sent His Son to wash my sins away
Fuck it, I keep whiling like Nicholas Cage
And I guess we'll just pray like the minister say
Fuck waiting on my time and try win the game
Like we can't pay our rent, we'll pretend to

I got my ISSUES, yeah
You've got your issues, yeah
We can't do wrong
On our sleeves we got our issues, yeah
I wanna tell you what side is going down
Down, down, down, down
One side is going down, down, down, down

My uncle was a Rolling Stones child of the 60's
With an alcoholic dad at home
Bipolar mother, little sister that looked up to him
Heron in his veins trying to search for some SUBSTANCE
In this life, getting kicked out of bands left and right
Washing then blow up, go on to them while he tried
To get his life TOGETHER, fuck it, I lied
Sex, drugs and fame, he was bugging of the lights
Zap, zap, here we go, black packs, a little poker
That shitty copped out a backpack, Americos
Rotation with an animal it's like that's how they marriage go
Got clean, fell off, got clean, there you go
I only saw him one time, he needed money
Momma said he was a hippie, used to think that shit was funny
Grandpa supported him back when he was a junky
Got clean and took his life when he saw that HE HAD NOTHING

I got my ISSUES, yeah
You've got your issues, yeah
We can't do wrong
On our sleeves we got our issues, yeah
I wanna tell you what side is going down
Down, down, down, down
One side is going down, down, down, down

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