Lyrics

[Intro] Dear Lord Please forgive me I'm so ashamed of everything that I've done I'm trying to be a better person, God I need your help [Verse 1] Who the fuck gon' pick me up when I fall? Waiting on my Xanax to dissolve Eat a bar just to go on stage Just a bottle was a problem that I just can't solve On the "Slumerican Made Tour" last Fall Everything snowballed, lookin' back and I'm appalled Hit an all time low, had a two month binge On that Blow, and I know you heard that song But this real life Ever wake up from a drunk night like you pissed people off? That was me the whole tour When I got home, I was so embarrassed Had me feelin' like I need to call - Wolf And say "Sorry" for bein' so obnoxious And constantly actin' like a junky, a Jay On his bus doin' bumps, in my bunk In the dark, from my heart, and the A [Hook] God bless my soul Demons following me everywhere I go That temptation in my face I can't control Trying to chase them down this straight and narrow road Here I go Just say no! [Verse 2] But I can't, goin' up to fans About to damn near beg for drugs Tellin' them I can get 'em into backstage If they get me some, my self-respect was gone I stayed up all night with Ounce and Big Henry Then go and get a room about 2 P.M Eating Xanax in the afternoon Cause I'm panicking from the Coke My heart, don't know what mood it's in I FaceTime with my girl in my room And when I finally fall asleep I make her watch It's a daily routine, I tell her I can't breathe And to keep an eye on me, just in case I stop Look at my face in shock My nose was so inflamed and swollen So much abuse to it that it got infected It's five times it's normal size Plus, I blew my knee out Drunk, tryin' to slap box a wrestler Up at Whistler center, about to hit the E.R It's hard to explain yourself Why your nose is the size of Gonzo's The doc knows you're a cocaine addict You can only blame yourself Here I am in the hospital bed But instead of regret, I'm thinking about the cocaine I left On the bus, I officially flushed I told my girl I'm okay, I'll be home in two days to rest I got home, but really all the damage was done Couldn't go out into public without being nervous And my dick didn't work for like a month Couldn't bend my knee up in physical therapy But as far as Coke and the urge, I was done Didn't learn shit, cause I did the same thing on the next tour run [Hook] God bless my soul Demons following me everywhere I go That temptation in my face I can't control Trying to chase them down this straight and narrow road Here I go Just say no! [Outro] No! No! NO! Yeah.. Fuck it, give me some I'll do a little bit Yeah.. Fuck...