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letra de at the hotel (demo) - jacob daley

lately it’s been hard to keep a meal down

been tryna keep my feet down
when i’m in anguish
pick the pallete up and hit the canvas
i’m with the guys that raised me
before i was the guy to praise
i remember every silent face
of my asylum days
got longevity
been drinking out the leaking fountain
when every false god
got a couple sheep around em
that little engine really found a way to beat the mountain
move no subtle ways
make u do a double take
days in the mirror tryna smile at an ugly face
i’m in a phase where i just wait for things to fall in place
that no free will sh-t won’t pay none of your bills quick
weight of the world on me never let the scale tip
the spotlight light changed y’all it made me hit the k!ll switch
18 with a discog on some chill sh-t
when things were shaky i ran to you just to stabilize
you saved my life sometimes it’s hard for me to say goodbye
i see my peers and they all jealous
i hit the drums with some raw feeling
reaching for my tall ceiling
dog me and ethan always knew that life would be this way
i need a break i drown my sorrows when the seasons change

nowadays when i see u we sit and laugh about it

i can’t describe what my life is like when u ask about it

i can’t describe what my life is like but i feel like i’m all alone
i start out with anger and shed a tear for i soften my tone
i was h-lla pitted in the city with no where to go
countless days just tryna find the real me
sure u might relate but dog you won’t ever feel me
faded in the bas-m-nt swear the alb-ms finna k!ll me
sleep in silk sheets the good life is living guilt free
fight the good fight until my body start to feel weak
always real chief sometimes your friends will do u filthy
always on the look out
just hit the gutter looking gully whip is smelling like a cook out
i’m ugly throwing punches tripping like you stuck your foot out
riding dirty, hit sink and try to rub the engine soot out
and i ain’t on the path less traveled
i’m on a path where i sketched my blueprint and poured my own gravel
i rode off like sheriff stronger from the rat race
so here’s a toast to all my bad days

- jacob daley

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