Caskey - Weak Stomach lyrics

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Coming on 4 years since my father died

Sometimes I wish it was a homicide

Make the pain a little easier to understand

Self inflicted wounds be the sins of man

Tens of grand Flourish in my pockets on a regular now

and I'm like word

I ain’t smoking regular now

Famous numbers on my cellular now

Funny how the more respected I get

The more I’m in doubt with the self loathing

Designer brand frequent on my belt and clothing

They see that its Flashy and I’m like word

I see that its lifes failed attempt to try to make me happy

When it seem like everything that I could god

just gon attack me

I mean my heart got scars My car aint fittin start

I’m at my last dollar man

I’ve been in the parking lot

Balled out, sipping the high life

Contemplating taking my life

My vice’s has always been try to mimic my father

And his decisions

but driving

Like I just brought me same collisions I know

When Im in These loud crowds I get petrified

So excuse me if I step aside

I always had a weak stomach

I puked last night

I was staring at the stars on the roof last night

Hey,man I always had a weak stomach

I’ve been out here try to chill

But drama keep coming

Keep coming

The drama keep coming

Man I always had a weak stomach

Signing to a major label

Was always fable we didn’t bank on

Every table at my house got a drank on it

Alcoholic ambition to try and ease the pain

I ain’t had no father figure to try and teach me man

Rolling Round 16 years old on the road to VO Beach

Reminiscing that heat was under my seat, For what

I guess I had something to prove problem

child ain’t got nothing to lose

Vodka induced

And I’m rollin til my shock is reduced

to the bare minimum

On the borderline of being a criminal

Becoming a byproduct all my homies were product for sale

In and out of jail and what it intel

Hail Mary inside the speaker while we bust a right on Georgia Ave

Sitting in the back wit a gat lookin

For the four crew out this last week, and we ain’t sober

Then I told pimpin to pullover

I always had a weak stomach

I puked last night

I was hanging out the window boutta to shoot last night

Hey, and I always had a weak stomach

I’ve been out here try to chill

But drama keep coming

Keep coming

The drama keep coming

And I always had a weak stomach

But fuck that!

Ain’t no time for a sickness when you’re trying to get it

And all the time in this prison is spent finding a prism

A way to turn one ray of light into colorful visions

Carry on tradition for everyone who came from the ditches

Rose from the dirt without a stain though

Insane though, how some angels hang themselves with their own halo

That’s why I lay low

Now my worst enemy is my mind

Stare at a screen and watch these other artists take what is mine

Sit by myself and smoke so much weed that it looks like I'm cryin

This life offers a lot

But one thing it does not is rewind

So I proceed forward

And my standards for this game never lowered

Ever since I became what they said I wouldn’t I've wanted more of

Dear lord save me from these snakes

Constricting like boas

Old friends on my doors

Industries still ignore us

Landlord on the phone is telling me I can’t afford it

I’m three months late

Feel like a pregnant woman this chorus

Cause of my weak stomach

I puked last night

I was contemplating telling you the truth last night

Hey, Man I always had a weak stomach

I’ve been out here try to chill

But drama keep coming

Keep coming

The drama keep coming

Man I always had a weak stomach

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