Weak Stomach

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 w**d 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