Текст песни I've Been on Leave - JayKeller

Lately I've been keeping To myself
Could you tell?
I haven't talked all week
Not looking sharp this week
I've been laying on my bed in the dark all week
I sparked all week
Bed was full of crumbs all week
I haven't even washed my pants

I think it's time to get up and just get a job
Im worried bout my payment and im worried bout the cop
That's been following me down this road for way too long
I've been drinking a lil and I've been smoking off the za

My room smells like cigarettes, my car smells like weed
The doom has been lingering, but, I've, been on, leave
In my room take a lil hit, but dabs aren't my thing
I'm just training for my time like kat, ever, deen

My room smells like cigarettes my car smells like weed
I guess I just Came from the wrong fucking team
In my room take a lil hit but dabs aren't my thing
I know I grew up nothing like my fucking family

Kindling for the fire rapping is my desire
I grew up around a liar who wasted to much time
Putting myself in a position the situations dire
And the only thing on my mind was when am I gonna die
But my flow is where I'm headed
And this is the Armageddon
The road that I end up taking is hopefully not a dead end
I'm smoking and I'm sedating bashfully seeking credit
For the shit that I've made in my past and now I am regretting
Being friends with some people who do nothing but bash my head in
Knives in my back from the town that I grew up red in
Blood isn't family my family is my brethren's
I trust with an etiquette brushing of all the damage

My room smells like cigarettes, my car smells like weed
The doom has been lingering, but, I've, been on, leave
In my room take a lil hit, but dabs aren't my thing
I'm just training for my time like kat, ever, deen

My room smells like cigarettes my car smells like weed
I guess I just Came from the wrong fucking team
In my room take a lil hit but dabs aren't my thing
I know I grew up nothing like my fucking family

Lost in an abyss lost the friendship with the mrs
Balled up with my fists to fight a homie who stole Bitches
Curled up in a ball acid took me now I'm trippin
Thoughts to better life but afterwards I'm just so different
Why does my sanity and my life live so distant
Popping an Ollie try a new trick just to biff it
Get back up and land it that shits addicting
Alcohols my bandage for the slits up on my wrists bitch
Curled up in a ball acid took me now I'm trippin
Thoughts to better life but afterwards I'm just so different
Why does my sanity and my life live so distant
Alcohols my bandage for the slits up on my wrists bitch