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Dusty Crates - Daily Routines

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2007-06-10 15:39

Dusty Crates - Daily Routines

Every days the same.. for every second that goes
a part of life fades away cause I don't change my ways
Haven't slept for nights, feels like I'm destined to die
You can see the emptyness thru the depths of my eyes
Gotta get what's kept in my mind off my chest this time
Too many regrets in my life got the deprission alive
I reminisce but I just got bad memorys to run through
Thinkin if I could there's so many things I would undo
I'm achieven alot but somehow I never leave with the pot
So if I'm not beatin the odds I steal the key to the lock
You can call me a slacker and accuse me of bein a slob
And your probably right, cause how could I keep a job..
when I sleep on my job and always beef with my boss?
It's going too fast, I wish I was able to freeze the clock
Drunk again and even though I know I drink too much
I'm in the bar every weekend fillin up Whiskey Shots
So I zip the scotch and do whatever I came to do -
Live for the day, cause tomorrow I can blame the booze
As I'm lookin through the bottle I see my father in me
Reflected.. cause the apple don't fall far from the tree
It's already too late but it's just now I'm starting to see
my life is cursed cause I first started sparkin the weed
Cause it went from.. smoke in my lungs to pop pills
to coke under my gums and straight up my nostrils
Those of my childhood friends who became smackaddicts
should be enough reason for me to loose my bad habbits
But I stay in the same mentality and hazy state of mind
Escapin the real world we livin where the stakes is high
Been lyin' my mother.. I'm sorry if I made you cry..
For all those times I told you that I would change my life
But this time I promise you, even if it takes a while,
that I'll do whatever I takes for me to make you smile.
I need to trade the cigarette ends and one night stands
with the clean, fresh air we breathin' and one nice gal
Haha, I'm twenty years old and I still ride a bike man
Damn, it's about fucking time I get a drivers lisencse
It's a fact that I can't cook.. well, I once tried to cook
But because I'm impatient and because the time it took
I said fuck this recipe, ripped out every side in the book,
picked up the phone and ordered some Chinese food
Moving with a bad crowd, got friends that lie to you
But who am I to talk? I'm a manipulating liar too
Shallow as hell, a self-centered son of a bitch, who
never mind what comes out when your runnin your lips
I'm a different type, you can see it in my distant eyes
From the pain in the years through this driftin time
You can call me a failor and criticize how I live my life
But who the fuck said you're the one who's livin right?
Yeah it is what is is.. and I guess this is Gods plan
to shape me stronger from all my flaws and drawbacks
My life is a mess and I'm sick and tired of stress
But I keep tryin again, you gotta admire the strength
You only got one shot in this twisted game of life..
And if you don't play it right you shouldn't blame the dice
Your suicidal but before you load the rifle with bullets
You should reflect on why you can't live life to the fullest
I stay on my schemes, it became a daily routine
to never wake from my sleep - I remain in my dream.