CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The Marlboro Cure
I can’t do this anymore, I’m so tired of lying all the time
I... I’m so done, I’m sorry
Another bad day, what’s new
I’m sitting in my car
I grab the lighter, light a smoke
I grab the wheel and take the road
In the back of my head I got some thoughts that’s just clogged
And I use the smoke as fog to manoeuvre those
I’m feeling like a disappointment
My mama found my weed, rolling papers, cigarettes and the joints and
They was stacked in the back of my closet, in a jacket
I had no clue she had access to that sh*t
And the worst part is, that she ain't saying nothing
Come on mama, say something, just teach me a lesson
Your f**king silence is killing me
It makes me feel like you just thinking less of me, I’m feeling like a lesser me
And I was driving back from my dawg J’s place
The conversation that we had about major changes
That we all bout see, I can’t put my mind at ease
What he said, it was so true - it fazed me
Wasn’t this supposed to get better?
Wasn’t this supposed to be fine?
I’m too young to be feeling like I’m running outta time
Where the f**k am I headed? Where is this life taking me?
I got the wheel, yet somehow I’m still sitting in the passenger seat
Real-life paradox, ain't no parachutes saving us, from where we drop
Where is this music headed?
Will it ever reach the ears of somebody that cares, that feels connected to me?
Will I claim people as my fans more than music
Will I be idolised as a man, as a human
Too much for a 17 year old to think about, yes I know
But it is what it is, just a rare approach
I guess I’m young, my time’s a bit later
Guess I gotta pass 11th grade first
The Marlboro Cure
I... I’m so done, I’m sorry
Another bad day, what’s new
I’m sitting in my car
I grab the lighter, light a smoke
I grab the wheel and take the road
In the back of my head I got some thoughts that’s just clogged
And I use the smoke as fog to manoeuvre those
I’m feeling like a disappointment
My mama found my weed, rolling papers, cigarettes and the joints and
They was stacked in the back of my closet, in a jacket
I had no clue she had access to that sh*t
And the worst part is, that she ain't saying nothing
Come on mama, say something, just teach me a lesson
Your f**king silence is killing me
It makes me feel like you just thinking less of me, I’m feeling like a lesser me
And I was driving back from my dawg J’s place
The conversation that we had about major changes
That we all bout see, I can’t put my mind at ease
What he said, it was so true - it fazed me
Wasn’t this supposed to get better?
Wasn’t this supposed to be fine?
I’m too young to be feeling like I’m running outta time
Where the f**k am I headed? Where is this life taking me?
I got the wheel, yet somehow I’m still sitting in the passenger seat
Real-life paradox, ain't no parachutes saving us, from where we drop
Where is this music headed?
Will it ever reach the ears of somebody that cares, that feels connected to me?
Will I claim people as my fans more than music
Will I be idolised as a man, as a human
Too much for a 17 year old to think about, yes I know
But it is what it is, just a rare approach
I guess I’m young, my time’s a bit later
Guess I gotta pass 11th grade first
The Marlboro Cure
