Jagtooth - Home Stretch Lyrics

I'd just like to thank all of you kind, beautiful people
I never thought I'd actually record an album
I never thought I'd, you know, do anything
Uh, but now it's cool, man
I have a, I mean, I got a lot of friends, you know
I have a beautiful family, I'm, I'm in recovery, I work in recovery,
I'm going to school, you know what I mean
You know, like, I've, I've been really blessed,
And I always thought that, you know, shit would just be terrible, but I guess it's not
I mean, life's pretty good today
I shit in public cuz my plumbing don't work
I sold my soul just to see what it's worth
These bitches love it when I spit on a verse
Nah, I'm just kidding, man; my wife and kid get all they deserve.
If it wasn't for those that I love and trust
It would be really sick to joke about the shit that I've done.
But I don't want to coexist without attention and love.
I blow a token of resentment to the man that I was.
Done walking on a consequence
Burning bridges like a long-live arsonist.
I thought it was impossible to conquer this.
I conned a lot of people into thinking I'm a pharmacist.
Part of my rebuttal's not to f*ck with shit.
Placing puzzle pieces of my struggle made me arrogant.
I know my opportunity to cherish it
Is present in the now but now I wanna plant inanimate
Objects, I'm stuck and still.
So sick, can't deal with the things I feel.
I will get left in the dust I till.
I passed my test guess I ain't that ill.
Forever am indebted to the message embedded in better days. I better stay away from passive aggression.
I get a pain in my neck from feeling the pressure of repetitive etiquette asking, "Can I have a minute?"
Let me stop and breathe.
Motherf*cker, get your damn hands off of me.
Wait, I see. It's not you. It is me.
All along, I've been my own worst enemy. Damn.
These lines are getting kinda corny now.
I just really wanna get this f*cking album out.
Cuz for the past month, it's all that I would talk about.
Everyone that loves me just really wants me to shut my mouth.
I talk too much, but sometimes I don't talk enough.
Everybody always hypes me up, for what?
I'm just another white boy that bumps.
Bars whack, boss badass.
Brought back barking at ball parks in a c-pap.
I'm-a rob the Kroger in a ski mask.
Not at gunpoint. I'm sticking steaks in my backpack.
Knapsack nookie in your butt crack.
Bounce back harder than my head in every argument.
I set in stone and sediment waiting until it's dark again.
I let it be to beat a bitch paid to feel like I'm part of them.
Part of what? Watch me sip a bottled water quick.
Racking up a lot a mistakes so I got a tolerance.
Bragging to my bobble heads banging on every bar I spit.
I bargain bin a bastard since the day I learned 'bout Auschwitz.
Up and down and all around all of the clowns pretend
I'm counterfeiting my condition counseling the couch I live in.
Thank you, everyone, for listening.
I hope you liked it. That's it, then. Just kidding.
But we're finally on the home stretch.
Even though I don't think I made it home yet.
Walking on the right path, I go left
I know death is closer every time I take a fresh breath.
Looking at my son still growing
So many wonderful things that I wanna show him
Hoping that it lasts for a while but I don't when
Curtains close, lights shine, hands clap, show ends
Curtains close, lights shine, hands clap, show ends
Curtains close, lights shine, hands clap, show ends
Curtains close, lights shine, hands clap, show ends
Curtains close, lights shine, hands clap, show ends