Baggage (feat. Ren)

Falling by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking

New jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket (in my pocket)

Tryna find the way, but ain't no way back where I've gone

New me with the same old baggage in my closet

Yeah, yeah

Can't save me y'all, they say I'm lost

I can't even start to count all of the days I've lost

After nights of losing count of all the drinks I bought

Self-medicatin' just to get the weight all off

Only starts with a shot, then it's four in a row

Next thing, you in the bathroom scorin' some blow

See, it is what it is, and it's all that I know

But I'm gettin' to a fuck in the road

I know the way it's been, I take it in

Feel I gotta start learnin' to pray again

I try to wash away the sins

But they like tattoos on my skin

I've been sittin' here scrubbin' 'em

Tryna cover 'em, but I'm stuck with 'em

Strugglin', drunk and stumblin', while I'm jugglin'

Habits that are both the cause and the cure of my sufferin'

I know it's becomin' a little troublin'

Falling by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking

New jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket, yeah

Tryna find the way, but ain't no way back where I've gone

New me with the same old baggage in my closet

Yeah, yeah

Bloody red murder, they whisper and murmur

How did Ren get here? Nature or nurture?

I nurture my nature, divine misbehavior

Reaching for a bottle, thought the spirit was my Savior

Choppin' up my brain cells when I'm reachin' for the pot

But pots the only shot I got to stop this ticking clock (tick, tick)

Countin' down the minutes 'til that something in me pops

And resurrects a disconnect that helps me self-destruct

And when I'm down on my luck

Wasted, brain-dead, vacant, faded

(I get) wasted, (to get) brain-dead

(Mind so) vacant, (I'm so) faded

(All the time) wasted, ('nother line) brain-dead

(Feeling so) vacant, (leaving I'm) faded

Complicated, in-house patient

Wasted, brain-dead, vacant, faded

Trippin' with my back against the wall

Caught inside a risin' tide, I fall

Taken by the madness of it all

I'm falling

Falling by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking

New jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket, yeah

Tryna find the way, but ain't no way back where I've gone

New me with the same old baggage in my closet

Yeah, yeah

Tryna find the way, but ain't no way back where I've gone

New me with the same old baggage in my closet