Caskey - Weak Stomach Lyrics
Coming on 4 years since my father diedSometimes I wish it was a homicideMake the pain a little easier to understandSelf inflicted wounds be the symptom...in my pockets on a regular nightI ain't smoking regular nowFaintest numbers I let my sailor nowFunny how the more respected I getThe more I'm in doubt with the self loathingDesigner brand frequent on my clotheFlashing and I'm like wordI see that it lies...try to make me happyWell it seem like everything that I could goOnly may attack meI mean my heart got scarsI'm at my last dollar manI've been in the pocket lineBalled out, sipping the high lifeContemplating taking my lifeMy vice's has always been try to mimic my fatherAnd his decisions butLike I just got in the same collisions I knowThese loud crowds I get petrifiedSo excuse me if I step asideI always had a weak stomachI puked that nightI was staring at the stars on the roof that nightHey, and I always had a weak stomachI've been out here try to chillBut drama keep comingKeep comingBut drama keep comingMan I always had a weak stomachSigning to a major labelWas always favor we didn't bank onThe table at my house got a drink on itAlcoholic ambition to try and ease the painI ain't had no father figure to try and teach me man16 years old on the road to VOPReminiscing that he was under my seatI guess I had something to prove prollyThe child ain't got nothing to loseVodka and duesAnd I'm balling to my...to the bad minimalOn the borderline of being a criminalBecoming a byproduct all my homies were product for saleIn and out of jail and order intelMary inside the speaker while we but it out on GeorgiaSitting in the back what it get lookFor the four...in last week, and we ain't soberThen I saw pimping the pulloverI always had a weak stomachI puked that nightI was hanging out the window trying to shoot that nightHey, and I always had a weak stomachI've been out here try to chillBut drama keep comingKeep comingThe drama keep comingAnd I always had a weak stomachBut ***** that!Ain't no time for a sickness when you're trying to get itAnd all the time in this prison is spent finding a prisonA way to time one way to fly in a colorful visionCarry on tradition to everyone who came from the digitsRose from the dunk with that stain onSome...hang themselves with the wrong haloThat's why I lay lowNow understand meI stare at a screenAnd watch that all it takesSit by myself and smoke so much weed that it looksIt's like..was a lotBut one thing it is not is rewindSo I pretend C4And my standards never lowerCause I became what they said I wouldn't and I wanted moreDear lord save me from this stakesCause ...like boredomOld friends from my doorsIn the streets till ignoresLandlord in the...told me I can't afford itI'm three months lateFeel like a pregnant woman this chorusCause of my weak stomachI always had a weak stomachI puked that nightI was contemplating telling you the truth that nightHey, and I always had a weak stomachI've been out here try to chillBut drama keep comingKeep comingThe drama keep comingMan I always had a weak stomach
