歌词
Wrestling with vices my quarter life crisis
I found every bottle runs dry
There's no way to know where this thing is goin
At 25 I'm barely alive
I'm stoned and alone
With nowhere to call home
I've been down but I've never been out
Rolling stones up a hill
Stuck on this hamster wheel
Thought I'd be somebody by now
So if I ain't some modern day Hank
Friends having babies biscuits and gravy
Me I'm just sitting 'round wondering what's gonna save me
It's tough I stay down on my luck
Keep paying my dues but don't know what the price is
Quarter life crisis
Whiskey and weed grappling with greed
Like my fathers father before
Thought I wouldn't go down that same ole' road
But I'm taking my heartache on tow
Make you cry make you shout
Still I'm ate up with doubt
Cause I'm only good for one thing
That old pedal steel
Sounds like devils and deals
It's all I can do with my pain
Just like old Hank, Jones, and Jennings
Friends having babies, biscuits and gravy
Me I'm just sitting 'round wondering what's gonna save me
It's tough I stay down on my luck
Keep paying my dues but don't know what the price is
Quarter life crisis
So if I ain't some modern day Hank
Friends having babies, biscuits and gravy
Me I'm just sitting 'round wondering what's gonna save me
It's tough I stay down on my luck
Keep on paying my dues but don't know what the price is
Quarter life crisis