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Baggage (feat. Ren) letra


Fallin' by the wayside with these habits I keep shakin'
New jeans with the same ol' baggie in my pocket (in my pocket)
Tryin' to find the way but ain't no way back where I've gone
New me with the same ol' 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 losin' count of all the drinks I bought
Self-medicatin' 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 shakin'
New jeans with the same ol' baggie in my pocket, yeah
Tryin' to find the way but ain't no way back where I've gone
New me with the same ol' 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
Chalking all my brain cells when I'm reaching for the pot
But pots the only shot I got to stop this ticking clock (tick, tick)
Counting down the minutes till that something in me pops
And ressurects to disconnect, that helps me self-destruct
When I'm down on my luck
Wasted, braindead, vacant, faded
(I get) Wasted, (do you get) braindead
(Mind so) Vacant, (I'm so) faded
((?)) wasted, ('nother line) braindead
(Feelin' so) Vacant, (Leavin' 'em) faded
Complicated, in-house patient
Wasted, braindead, 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 shakin'
New jeans with the same ol' baggie in my pocket, yeah
Tryin' to find the way but ain't no way back where I've gone
New me with the same ol' baggage in my closet

Yeah
Tryin' to find the way but ain't no way back where I've gone
New me with the same ol' baggage in my closet

Chris Webby - Letras

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