Expired

Me i got some problems i like to fuck em off
SYD sinner out here running hot
Sculling down this whisky fire nothing but the rocks
Burn away desire spark the lighter to the lot
Blurry vision in the fog 80 proof on the drop
Me I don't have much to work with but i work with what i got
I'm a menace on the grog
I'm a menace when I'm off it
I can be Scatter boy trash tearing up the shop 
I'm in heavens where I'm lost
cll the pain it never stops
Yeah okay I'm making magic but i suffer when it drops
It reminds me of the lock
cll the things i've ever lost
c progressing better man yeah nah you better not
cll my dreams they turn to slosh
Left trampled in a mosh
Fuck the dosh
Give it all because i care give my mother what she lost
Rest in peace to my father theres no other love my brother till the end
cnyone that tries to hurt you they will never live again
cll i do is i see red
I leave bodies on the bed
I'm on chainsaw massacre pieces in my shed
I'm too fucked up in the head
I'm too fucked up with regrets
I get drunk but always back it up
Breakfast with the dregs
Its too late to make amends
Let me roll out in a Benz
Inner demons always catch up and they kill me in the end
I'm always lagging  like a snail last runner on the trot
Hidden habits hidden fails will they leave me on the flop?

I'm a lover not a fighter sick of fighting for this life 
Other people say it easy but i find it hard to lie
I wish i was like these people that were breezy living fine
I'm losing days in my bedroom where i struggle to survive

I'm a lover not a fighter sick of fighting for this life 
Other people say it easy but i find it hard to lie
I wish i was like these people that were breezy living fine
I'm losing days in my bedroom where i struggle to survive

Me I'm all over the shop
I got bangers bout to pop
Then I doubt them never drop them
Then I'm drowning on the what
Same story you should fuck it off
Lighter to the lot 
Yeah I'm wasting all my time it's expired on the clock 
Rather run out with some fire than go run out with a loss 
Let it frost
I'm clways lagging like a snail last runner on the trots
Hidden habits hidden fails will they leave me out here sleeping on the bench
Friday night live we forever raise a glass until the end