Albert b. - 151 lyrics

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Albert b. - 151 lyrics

I need to get my attitude in check I'm often standoffish Keep my thoughts bottled up Bottom of the barrel You can bet your bottom dollar on 'em Bert An empty pack of cigarettes in my pocket I'm on my way to the pharmacy Got my dollars and a penny in my wallet Keep my eyes on the profit I'm smoking sticky adhesive My head is foggy and buzzy Don't give a f** how you see it All my weed is imported And all my b**hes conceited Still trying to cope with the demons I've been seeing When I close my eyes to fall asleep Most people don't believe me I write it all down and Turn around and delete it Reason being I ain't really trying to settle for decent I'm working side streets Contemplating, pacing, impatient A whole lot of bullsh** in my head Not really trying to explain it I'm painting pictures of dysfunctional families With happy faces Just to have some f**ing company I'm wondering where the days went Still awake scheming Sleeping still dreaming Pressure on my chest I just need a sec to breath in Spend a couple seasons Searching for a deeper meaning But all I found is I can't really find much to believe in The baby face with its Brain in a shady place And recently I've been having Trouble trying to fall asleep All I really need is some peace of mind And time to breath, but Time is money And money's a priority now So f**ing nervous trying to keep my composure But on the surface I'm quiet You probably didn't notice Stay up late and pa** out on the sofa It's pretty from afar But far from pretty when you're close up Get up off the pavement Brush the dirt up off my shoulders I'm twenty years old and sh** I'm only getting older like What the f** I got to show for it Some sh**ty poems and A couple instrumentals that I made when I was stoned It's whatever sh** I just hope that you get it Don't really know what I meant but If I meant it I said it And if I said it I probably wrote it down in a sentence So you can miss me with the bullsh** I ain't really trying to smell it Still awake scheming Sleeping still dreaming Pressure on my chest I just need a sec to breath in Spend a couple seasons Searching for a deeper meaning But all I found is I can't really find much to believe in I can't really find much to believe in