Letras
These days we don't make decisions
Psychic hotline for some help
Chairman never wants to listen
Tries to make me doubt myself
These days I've been almost sober
Cracked up capsules, liquid grapes
These days things are not the same
I'm almost famous, almost saved
These days, these days
I've been up 24/7
Tryna figure out if hell or heaven's where I'm headed
These days, these days
I drink, too turnt up, trippin' over everything
Too turnt up, trippin' over everything
Police practice martial madness
Plastic parents panic more (These days)
Shake it like a spastic addict
Out front of the liquor store
These days we hate more than we love
Crazy 'cause my friends are all sluts
No proto-opinion orgy
Try your best to not get fucked
These days, these days
I've been up 24/7
Tryna figure out if hell or heaven's where I'm headed
These days, these days
I drink, too turnt up, trippin' over everything
Too turnt up, trippin' over everything
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm
These days, I don't, don't, don't, don't
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm
These days, I don't, oh
These days
These days