VINEGAR (SAN MARCOS Draft)

[Verse 1: JOBA] Suicidal thoughts, but I won't do it Take that how you want, it's important I admit it I'm afraid of commitment, don't know how to fix it Maybe codependent, can't tell the difference When the push comes to shove, I'd rather bend than break But something's gotta give, ain't that what they say When you're torn between reality, and a choice you could have made Or should've made, they're not the same, I'm not the same Maybe I'm broken, either way I'm clinging on closely I know it's unhealthy, appreciate your patience I know that I'm selfish, do my best to be selfless I know that I'm changing, I know that I'm changing [Chorus: bearface] But you know if I waste my time Talking 'bout what ain't mine And you know I'll be last in line Just like last, last night [Verse 2: Matt Champion] Big old whiskey on them icy rocks Flood down some veins like oxy does I need fresh air, I need oxygen Who the hell you fooling? It's so obvious I don't feel it, I don't see it, this is blasphemy I can't help but feel like you is after me Is you drinking for the pain? Is you drinking for fun? There's a party outside, 'til the morning gon' come Is you dancing all alone? Is you dancing for someone? There's a party outside, know the night is young Is you having fun? [Verse 3: Dom McLennon] I said, I said "Who that? Who that? Who that? Who that?" Lurking in the shadows Tryna catch me liberating spirits from the gallows They wanna blackball me, but I held my avocados Then they melt down like the hash we mix in our tobacco Circle tighter than the Castro, they feeding you Castrol You'd think that it's gas, you turn the key, it's a fiasco Could be stronger than Vibranium, don't mean that I ain't fragile Grapple with reality to break out of these shackles [Bridge: Kevin Abstract] Say it with your chest, say it with your chest Pray it work again Putting diamonds on my back, putting diamonds on my back, yeah Say it with your chest, say it with your chest Pray it work again Putting diamonds on my back, putting diamonds on my back, yeah [Verse 4: Merlyn Wood] I don't feel like writing new shit, my wallet filled with blue shit Ain't trying to get too rich, ain't trying to get too rich Retire age 25, next 50 years not doing shit I just land in UK, I just hit my UK chick She always chatting real chat, she see me don't know how to act Like she ain't pass her drama class, this dick isn't for amateurs Fuck me so good, I ain't going back Los Angeles Try fucking the porn stars, they only fuck the cameras [Chorus: bearface] But you know if I waste my time Talking 'bout what ain't mine And you know I'll be last in line Just like last, last night [Outro: London Community Gospel Choir] I want more out of life than this I want more, I want more I want more out of life than this I want more, I want more I want more out of life than this I want more, I want more I want more out of life than this I want more, I want more