You came inside, but there was no one there
Spent the afternoon in bed with your hands running through my hair
My mind is off in the summer in the south
Taste the disconnect between these stupid words in my mouth
Like your friends, how ya doing, what’s the job that you’re working
I could piss on these talks, let em die, cut the circuit
Fuck this place and these fake people, I don’t give a shit
What your husband does, your furniture, your jewelry, yea you twit
No I’ll be spitting out the toxin locked in my brain
I been sitting on this box and pretending I’m sane
But I was lying when I told you that I loved you last week
I was liquored up and scared of the truth, it’s so bleak
Like these streets walking home all fucked up at night
And the moon reflects it hard, yea I’m stuck up alright
Pull my thumb out of the dike and let it wash this whole town
Watch my friends going under in the truth we all drown

So if you wanna say shit, I could face it
Hit me with the past and I will swallow all it’s laced with
This vacation is all wasted
Now I’ve got the hangover and I don’t wanna sleep it off

I’m drowning in the races, I talk slow
Was shouting all my praises, but now I won’t
I sing it loud, sing it proud, truth ain’t pretty but it comes out anyhow
So spit it out right

Cheap liquor makes you slow down quicker
But my brother’s getting sicker, baby ain’t life a kicker
Still I sat through your wedding while you churned out acid vows
And I minced my words for these fast passing mouths
But I’m spent with the people and the chips on their shoulders
Done with feeding them my energy while I get older
Come slight me and then pry to tear my world down any day
I will hit you with a smile just to thank you any way
Cause I’ve been sleeping on the floor, strapped for cash as of late
Got this song I’ve been working on with lyrics that I hate
But it’s the game, it’s the hustle in these hot red streets
I was jerking off my ego down to dragging my feet
In this town I have found you kiss em up and talk em down
Turning quick, all these cliques, feeling sick from making rounds
I’m turning tricks every day to keep my friends, they’re so renowned
I sell my Nashville sound to a motherfucking clown, yea

But you could ace it, like your relationships
That you’ve been ripping up to sip your adoration
Your fixation on filtration
Find me at the bottom while you’re rising to the top

I’m drowning in the races, I talk slow
Was shouting all my praises, but now I won’t
I sing it loud, sing it proud, truth ain’t pretty but it comes out anyhow
So spit it out right