Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Xavier Simental
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Seeking comfort has never been my strongest suit
Must admit I tend to have trouble with these Monday Blues
Everyday is a struggle try to make the best of things
when all you have is a dead end job and come home to endless debt
Sometimes you get so stressed out but that's what happens
When you're raised to never ask for help
And never been silver spoon fed
Grab me some whisky, Spotify on blast
Now Playing Anything Anything
Dramarama while I'm sitting here thinking of ways
To get this bread
To get get this fuckin bread
Always overthinking everything
Grown men don't cry
when you see complexity
In this cold world full of hate
Separate myself from everyone and everything Because I want a better life
No more 9-5s and graveyard shifts, card scams, robbing banks slangin' drugs type shit
When all I was doing was trying to get ahead and put food on the table
Dirtbags can't make money when you're too stuck in these cold streets
You can make a future but it starts by leaving the fuckin past
You can make a future but it starts by leaving the fuckin past
Game over!
Written by: Xavier Simental
