paroles de chanson Baggage (feat. Ren) - Chris Webby , Ren

Fallin' by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking
New jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket (in my pocket)
Tryna find the way, but ain't no way back where I've gone
New me with the same old baggage in my closet
Yeah, yeah

Can't save me y'all, they say I'm lost
I can't even start to count all of the days I've lost
After nights of losing count of all the drinks I bought
Self-medicating just to get the weight all off

Only starts with a shot, then it's four in a row
Next thing you in the bathroom scorin' some blow
See, it is what it is, and it's all that I know
But I'm gettin' to a fork in the road

I know the way it's been, I take it in
Feel I gotta start learnin' to pray again
I try to wash away the sins
But they like tattoos on my skin

I've been sittin' here scrubbin' 'em
Tryna cover 'em, but I'm stuck with 'em
Strugglin', drunk and stumblin', while I'm jugglin'
Habits that are both the cause and the cure of my sufferin'
I know it's becomin' a little troublin'

Fallin' by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking
New jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket, yeah
Tryna find the way, but ain't no way back where I've gone
New me with the same old baggage in my closet
Yeah, yeah

Bloody red murder, they whisper and murmur
How did Ren get here? Nature or nurture?
I nurture my nature, divine misbehavior
Reachin' for a bottle, thought the spirit was my Savior

Choppin' up my brain cells when I'm reachin' for the pot
But pot's the only shot I got to stop this ticking clock (tick, tick)
Counting down the minutes 'til that something in me pops
And resurrects a disconnect that helps me self-destruct

And when I'm down on my luck
Wasted, brain-dead, vacant, faded
(I get) wasted, (to get) brain-dead
(Mind so) vacant, (I'm so) faded
(All the time) wasted, ('nother line) brain-dead
(Feeling so) vacant, (leaving I'm) faded
Complicated, in-house patient
Wasted, brain-dead, vacant, faded

Trippin' with my back against the wall
Caught inside a rising tide, I fall
Taken by the madness of it all
I'm fallin'

Fallin' by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking
New jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket, yeah
Tryna find the way, but ain't no way back where I've gone
New me with the same old baggage in my closet
Yeah, yeah

Tryna find the way, but ain't no way back where I've gone
New me with the same old baggage in my closet