Album: This Unruly Mess I've Made (2015)
  • Okay, okay
    Yeah
    And we live tonight
    Check it, now

    I seen pain, I felt the losses
    Attended funerals and seen coffins
    21 years old, an angel was lost here
    Wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs of Oxycontin
    Everyday through the nostrils
    Never went away, never does it stop there
    Death a line or two away and a couple tall cans
    'Cause you never know when God is gonna call, man
    Precious, what we all share
    I said peace at five thirt, the next time that I saw him was in the hands of the pallbearer
    What if I would've never gone and dropped him off there?
    Blaming myself, in hysterics, screaming "It's not fair!"
    21 years old with a book of rhymes he was gonna recite to the globe
    Only thing to numb the pain besides that shit in his nose
    He was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all gonna quit tomorrow
    Just get us through the weekend, and then Monday follows
    Then it's Wednesday, then it's fuck it, I'm already feeling hollow
    Might as well go crack a seal and might as well go chug a bottle
    Might as well go pop a pill and go and band-aid that problem
    And escape this world, vacate this world
    'Cause I hate myself
    No praying's gonna cure this pain

    Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American Dream
    Put down the pen and look in my eyes
    We're in the waiting room and something ain't right
    All this is on you, we're over prescribed

    For me and Kev
    You end up in jail, institutions are dead
    And with our lives, we play Russian Roulette
    And try to find a life where we could be content
    'Cause for us, we're just trying to minimize the fear of being alive
    And now my little brother is in the sky
    From a pill that a doctor prescribed
    That a drug deal a million dollar industry supplied
    And the cops never go and profile at night
    Yeah, the, the, the orange plastic with the white top they sell to you
    Has us looking for the answers and not instead of you
    Quick fix, whatever do
    We just gonna neglect the truth
    Because a doctor with a license played God and said it's cool
    Played God and said it's cool
    But me? I don't blame Kev or his mom freebasing while pregnant with him
    I blame the pharmacy companies
    And country that spends trillions fighting the war they supplying themselves
    Politicians and business and jail
    Public defenders and judges who fail
    Look at Kevin, look at Kevin
    Now he's wrapped in plastic
    First dealer was his mom's medicine cabinet
    Got anxiety, better go and give him a Xanax
    Focus, give him Adderall, sleep, give him Ambien
    'Til he's walking 'round the city looking like a mannequin
    Ups and downs, shooting up prescriptions you're handing him
    So America, is it really worth it? I'm asking you

    Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American Dream
    Put down the pen and look in my eyes
    We're in the waiting room and something ain't right
    All this is on you, we're over prescribed

    Doctor, your medicine, and your methods
    Can't cure my disease without killing me
    You're killing me, you're killing me
    You're killing me, you're killing me
    Doctor, your medicine, and your methods
    Can't cure my disease without killing me
    You're killing me, you're killing me
    You're killing me, you're killing me Writer/s: TYLER ANDREWS, JOSHUA RAWLINGS, RYAN LEWIS, JOSHUA KARP, BEN HAGGERTY, TODD MICHAEL BRIDGES, ANDREW JOSLYN
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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