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chris webby - baggage lyrics

[chorus: chris webby]
fallin’ by the wayside with these habits i keep shakin’
new jeans with the same ol’ baggie in my pocket (in my pocket)
tryin’ to find the way but ain’t no way back where i’ve gone
new me with the same ol’ baggage in my closet
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: chris webby]
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 losin’ 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 fork 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’

[chorus: chris webby]
falling by the wayside with these habits i keep shaking
new jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket, yeah
tryna to 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
[verse 2: ren]
bl++dy 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 saviour
chopping up my brain cells when i’m reaching for the pot
but pot’s the only shot i got to stop this ticking clock (tick, tick)
counting down the minutes ’til that something in me pops
and resurrects a disconnect that helps me self+destruct
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, (another line) brain dead
(feeling so) vacant, (leaving i’m) faded
complicated, in+house patient
wasted, brain dead, vacant, faded

[bridge: ren]
tripping with my back against the wall
caught inside a rising tide, i fall
taken by the madness of it all
i’m falling

[chorus: chris webby & ren]
falling by the wayside with these habits i keep shaking
new jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket, yeah
tryna to find the way but ain’t no way back where i’ve gone
new me with the same old baggage in my closet

[outro: chris webby & ren]
yeah
tryna to find the way but ain’t no way back where i’ve gone
new me with the same old baggage in my closet

- chris webby lyrics

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