Genaccse god

Lyrics

Another sunrise, same old grind, eleven to seven, losing my mind SpringHill Suites, third shift's call, watching the clock, building a wall Days bleed to nights, no progress made, a broken record, a life replayed Feeling left out, a ghost in the room, swallowed by shadows, consumed by the gloom Discipline's a ghost, these demons take hold, My own worst enemy, a story untold. Skin wears thin, the world feels too much, Alone in this fight, losing my touch. Hate whispers loud, "You're not enough," Fighting the tide, through the rough. Remember that girl, she played her part, used me for money, then broke my heart Left for another, a richer man's plea, just like the last one, what's wrong with me? Said he was brother, a twisted lie, then walked away, without a goodbye Two kids at home, I raise them alone, a king on a throne, but no one to own Discipline's a ghost, these demons take hold, My own worst enemy, a story untold. Skin wears thin, the world feels too much, Alone in this fight, losing my touch. Hate whispers loud, "You're not enough," Fighting the tide, through the rough. Now let me explain it one more time just incase u didn’t understand but sit down take a sit take a listen man be the one to open your ear and see a man could use a hand, a man could use a hand, a man could use a hand, Now let me explain it one more time just incase u didn’t understand but sit down take a sit take a listen man be the one to open your ear and see a man could use a hand, a man could use a hand, a man could use a hand, Another 11 PM, the lobby lights gleam, SpringHill Suites, same old dream. Seven AM, the sun cracks the blinds, Another day blurred, what do I find? Stuck in this loop, no progress in sight, Just watching the clock, through the long, lonely night. Discipline's a ghost, these demons take hold, My own worst enemy, a story untold. Skin wears thin, the world feels too much, Alone in this fight, losing my touch. Hate whispers loud, "You're not enough," Fighting the tide, through the rough. She took the cash, then walked out the door, Left me for him, wanting something more. Before her, another, the same old routine, "He's just my brother," a familiar, cruel scene. Now it's just me, and my two kids at home, Building a life, on my own. Discipline's a ghost, these demons take hold, My own worst enemy, a story untold. Skin wears thin, the world feels too much, Alone in this fight, losing my touch. Hate whispers loud, "You're not enough," Fighting the tide, through the rough. Now that’s the little story of how I became me now stick around a listen before u be me now I come in to tell u to avoid these bitchis just to be free and never in the streets…… PEACE BITCH (oh yeah and she’s FUCKING THE PANCAKESSS)