These Days

I know more than I say these days
I smoke more than I pray these days
I don't know how to fake these days
I hate these days
I hate these days

I know more than I say these days
I smoke more than I pray these days
I don't know how to fake these days
I hate these days
I hate these days

I can't talk no more
Heels don't adjust to pain so I can't walk no more
Why my heart so sore
Why I walk through doors
Never lock it behind
So don't lock that door
Don't lock that door

You don't watch no more
It distracts you from ya hobbies
While you tripping over tweets people tripping over bodies

Even scrolling through the things we see is privilege to the helpless
You ignore it cause it's boring dawg I'm probably just as selfish

She don't call no more
I don't call no more
That's the end don't ask why she gon no more

Im alone with raw cones scrambled all over the floor
Now a days I smoke and ion cough no more

See the problem ain't my faith
Or constant migraine
It's my state everyday is just not my day

I said it aint my faith
And it aint migranes
It's my state everyday is just not my day

I know more than I say these days
I smoke more than I pray these days
I don't know how to fake these days
I hate these days
I hate these days

I know more than I say these days
I smoke more than I pray these days
I don't know how to fake these days
I hate these days
I hate these days