Sketchy Chris - Vibin

Let me just start off by saying,
I've fucked up, standing here swaying.
Please don't tell- I'm losing control.
My mindset moving toward this toxic role.
I smoke- I drink- feel like im washing up on shore.
Sit down thinking there must be something more
But I sit down high, continue vibin like some fuckin' bribed whore.
Feeling the need to move past the shit, the memories I live.
To form a positive bond with myself, man su'ums gotta give.
Moving past the repetitive vices making me relive,
"Heh- Damn right I had it better as a kid"

Roasting myself on the daily, 
yet not feeling too humble.
Instead I shake, on the floor, 
as my mind crumbles.
Waking up hungry, feeling the want
I can feel me starting to tumble.
Getting mad, stumbling into-
the repetitive life I fumble-
But man, I'm just vibin...

Kick it off with the perks of life.
Not gonna end up with much; maybe strife.
Opening up to the demons lurking in the doorway.
All they see is some now-and-laters and bombay.
But hey, that's okay in two weeks its my birthday.
Who can say, that its wrong for me reach and slay.
But in the end I'm just vibin anyway, bruh...
Aiming up high for nothing but why not try;
we're here to die, truly; until mid July.
Feeling like its time to break into this supply.
Sitting with the phone shaking, wanting to reply.
Buying it up, thinking about how to lie, yet comply.
I feel like I'm defying myself, with a single bye.
Hopping up in my ride 'n shit, denying it.
Days I feel like I can fly, somewhere in Dubai.
Walk around and vibing n' shit...

Yet kind of high...
You should try it, my guy...
The jaws of satan opened up for heavens sake.
Since of relief, but wait pump the brakes.
Come to think of it there's too much at stake,
now that I'm looking it seems kind of fake.
But hey, who am I; shaking up these feelings;
yes it does, sounds kind of appealing.
I'll calm down though, stop-
and look up at the ceiling.

Roasting myself on the daily, 
yet not feeling too humble.
Instead I shake, on the floor, 
as my mind crumbles.
Waking up hungry, feeling the want 
I can feel me starting to tumble.
Getting mad, stumbling into-
the repetitive life I fumble-
But c'mon, I'm just vibin...