[Hook]
yo..
I got my face to the
floor..
My back is in the
Cor-nor
I just cant go on
Anymore..
‘cause I got my face to the
floor..
[Hook] x2

His home is the hard place,
that lies next to a rock.
He drinks the day away,
Permafade, time clock.

No ambitions,
Wishin he could go to sleep.
So he got no dreams,
Future days seem mighty bleak.

Rockin cleats,
To keep his feet stuck to the ground.
But he still gets higher,
Why’re words makin him frown.

Happines,
The emotion known as fair-weather.
Seemed alright, ‘till he quantized life,
And then he took a real measure.

[Hook] x1

wait, hold up,
I think he doin stupid fine.
Toin’ lines, sick of the shit
Blacked out, homie, he forgets.

Do you even lift?
Trick who are you to judge?
His hard home is comfortable,
Familiar, lump of coal.

Smokin bowls, flickin bics,
Change is tough so fuck that shit.
They call him lifted masochist.
Self harm, a ninteys kid.

Apathy,
The emotion oh so comforting.
Bide that time, stay alive,
And see what tomorrow brings.

[Hook] x1

She’s self coucious
‘Cause no boys liked her in highschool.
Then she got hot during college,
Became the village bicycle.

Parties every night,
Blackouts, fucks and fights.
In hindsight it’s a game,
Knows well that walk of shame.

Past pain is remembered,
When alone, so memories she locks.
Her home is the hard place,
That lies next to the rocks.

Happines,
The emotion known as fair-weather.
Seemed alright, ‘till she quantized life,
And then she took a real measure.

[Hook] x1

Ha ha ha,
You sound a little envious.
You’d probably give an arm and leg,
Just so you could be that bitch.

The title fuck toy,
Aint nuthin to be proud of.
But at least she gets attention,
I know that’s something you’d love.

She lives that high life,
Waitin on the credits to roll around.
Exit stage, lights out.
End game means crashing down.

Apathy,
The emotion oh so comforting.
Bide that time, stay alive,
And see what tomorrow brings.

[Hook]