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letra de i can see god - nine seven pta

[verse 1]
i need a sense of direction
brodie call me and said “let’s get reckless”
almost 23 at my parents house
but they wanna scoop i might let them
a relentless vicious cycle come round looking endless
i could solve it; just grow past the tension
but it seem like i wanna defend it
seem like i just rely on dependence
might just cash in on my fate then i’ll seal it
i can’t tell if my choices have meanings
i just pick what i see like kim deal did
i don’t compromise comfort i shield it
man i might’ve found love in this ceiling
maybe i don’t find growth that appealing
what a double edged sword that i’m wielding
man i gotta get past all my feelings
cuz i’m finding a healing in drugs quick
like when i hit the spliff and convulse limbs
and my breathing get tangled in lungs, sh-t
now the voice in my head it starts chuckling
said i’m boutta grow old and be nothing
i’m a second away from the blood shed
blood? sh-t i haven’t even got drunk yet
cuz this not an album
this is experience all packed away in the severence
i’m off a drink while recording
this used to be cute now it’s all just dependence
i’m sorry to family listening
sh-t ain’t glistening it ain’t competition
i wanna dismantle my system
but i’ve only just signed my petition
cuz rather than better myself
i would rather direct all my health
to a bat out of h-ll
whip on my car while i’m plastered
12 pulled up right behind me, disaster
put me in handcuffs
i indent on my record like stanza
got a dwi on my hands now

[verse 2]
yeah i need it
the reason that i preach is i know i’m a fiend
i’m a god sent monotonous with lines in between
lil drug addict alcoholic cryin for release
looking at infinity, life is not what it seems
amplify the feelings with white, liquor and weed
mich-lle pfeiffer with me, see the scars on my face
and my last stand constituents the hardship i chase

[chorus]
i don’t pray much but i can see god in this bottle
drip on the glass and i drown full throttle
akimbo drinks in my hands looking like a model
smoking on papes like i’m burning a novel

(like, i don’t even know who you are anymore)

[verse 3]
i take a look in my bedroom
i wouldn’t mind being dead soon
not in a funny millennial way
more like i don’t love who i’ve grown into
might be getting sent to rehab
cuz the judge gon see coke in my system
cuz i took a drug test the day after snorting 10 lines at a bar
thinking wishful
don’t ask me what i’m getting into
don’t ask me what i’m getting into
cuz i don’t not like what you hear
culmination what my sins do
i need a sense of direction

- nine seven pta

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