Weak Stomach -Caskey /Machine Gun Kelly
Coming on 4years 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 a man
Tens a grands flourish in my pockets on a regular night
And I'm like word I ain't smoking regular now
Famous numbers all in my sailor 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 flashing and I'm like word
I see that it lives faild attempt to try to make me happy
Well it seem like everything that I could gaurd
Just gone attack me
I mean my heart got scars
My car ain't finna start
And I'm on my last dollar man
I've been in the parking lot
Barded out sipping a high life
Contemplating taking my life
My vice's has always been try to mimic my father
And his decisions but
Just like I just got in the same collisions I know
When I'm in these large 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 favor we didn't bank on it
Every table in my house got a drink 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 16years old on the way to veo beach
Reminiscing that he was under my seat for what
I guess I had something to prove problem
Child ain't got nothing to lose
Vodka and dues
And I'm balling till my shock is reduced to the bad minimal
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
Mary inside the speaker while we bust a right on georgia ave
Sitting in the back with a gat
Look for the four who robbed us last week and we ain't sober
Then I saw pimping the pullover
I always had a weak stomach
I puked that night
I was hanging out the window bout to shoot that 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
And I always had a weak stomach
But f**k 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 time one way to light into colorful vision
Carry on tradition for everyone who came from the ditches
Rose from the dirt without a staing though
Insane how some angels hang themselves with their own halo
That's why I lay low
Now my worst enemy is my mind
I stare at a screen
And watch these other artist take what is mine
Sit by myself and smoke so much weed that it looks
Like I'm crying this life offers a lot
But one thing it does not is rewind
So I proceed forward
And my standards for this game never lower
Ever since I became what they said I wouldn't and I wanted more
Dear Lord save me from this snakes
Constricting like bowas
Old friends from my door
Industries still ignore us
Landlord in 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