Got so many problems in my way
I can't hold up, can't kick the bucket
I'm just working all these busy days
I don't want these empty pockets
I've been moving it all off tray
All these anchors that I'm dragging
I can't make this seem all tragic
I just want to make a buck off this
I'm back to the same me
F*cking up on the daily
I want you to change me
Help me out through the night
I can't help but get nauseous
Can't you tell I'm exhausted
All the times I've been lost again
I feel it getting worse
I've lost all track of what caused this
My chances have been dirt
I think I'm done pulling straws in
Each step feels like a curse
I guess it keeps me well cautious
All my thoughts feel so toxic
I can't wait 'til I cross it
Got so many problems in my way
I can't hold up. Can't kick the bucket
I'm just working all these busy days
I don't want these empty pockets
I've been moving it all off tray
All these anchors that I'm dragging
I can't make this seem all tragic
I just want to make a buck off this
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fai7h - tragic Lyrics
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Got so many problems in my way
I can't hold up, can't kick the bucket
I'm just working all these busy days
I don't want these empty pockets
I've been moving it all off tray
All these anchors that I'm dragging
I can't make this seem all tragic
I just want to make a buck off this
I'm back to the same me
F*cking up on the daily
I want you to change me
Help me out through the night
I can't help but get nauseous
Can't you tell I'm exhausted
All the times I've been lost again
I feel it getting worse
I've lost all track of what caused this
My chances have been dirt
I think I'm done pulling straws in
Each step feels like a curse
I guess it keeps me well cautious
All my thoughts feel so toxic
I can't wait 'til I cross it
Got so many problems in my way
I can't hold up. Can't kick the bucket
I'm just working all these busy days
I don't want these empty pockets
I've been moving it all off tray
All these anchors that I'm dragging
I can't make this seem all tragic
I just want to make a buck off this
I can't hold up, can't kick the bucket
I'm just working all these busy days
I don't want these empty pockets
I've been moving it all off tray
All these anchors that I'm dragging
I can't make this seem all tragic
I just want to make a buck off this
I'm back to the same me
F*cking up on the daily
I want you to change me
Help me out through the night
I can't help but get nauseous
Can't you tell I'm exhausted
All the times I've been lost again
I feel it getting worse
I've lost all track of what caused this
My chances have been dirt
I think I'm done pulling straws in
Each step feels like a curse
I guess it keeps me well cautious
All my thoughts feel so toxic
I can't wait 'til I cross it
Got so many problems in my way
I can't hold up. Can't kick the bucket
I'm just working all these busy days
I don't want these empty pockets
I've been moving it all off tray
All these anchors that I'm dragging
I can't make this seem all tragic
I just want to make a buck off this
Writer: Cristofe Gonzalez
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