Album Cover The First Step of Becoming God Is A Bottle to the Face

The First Step of Becoming God Is A Bottle to the Face

Pouya

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Why do I do the things I do to myself?

The pressure on my soul is damaging my health

I know these rappers coming for my beltCutthroat ′cause you can't fit too much on that top shelf

So everybody wanna bump heads, money come rollin′ in

Relationships get questioned, do you even know your friends?

Baby mama, hold my hand, tell me that it's gonna end

Look up, tell me God is great, then, baby, why the sky so grey?

Lay my head in your lap, as you caress my shoulder

We get high, then we doze off, wake me up when it's over

I′m getting older, don′t think I've come to terms yet

Still searching for my purpose wondering if it′s worth it

You study one book your entire life and still end up a crook

I'm rollin′ dice, I come alive at night, I never thought to

Look the other way

As my demons call my name

You know what they say

Who am I to blame?

They say to think, sleep and breathe deeper

Is the only way to avoid meetin' the Grim Reaper

Prayin′ on my knees until I crease my sneakers

Can anybody out there hear me? Should I speak up?

I'm pacing back and forth

Like it's a sport with sweat dripping down my face

The weight of the world is on my chest and I just wanna walk away

I′ve been betrayed, swayed and played

Face-to-face by the ones who say they love me the most

But now I know that blood was never thick as water

See my friends die slowly in front of my eyes

See the pain and agony through every smile that I encounter

Back of the tour bus with the blue pills, dollar bills, and dancers

Back at home, second hand, strugglin′ with cancer

Almost felt like it was me, how could I be so selfish?

Thinking about myself but not the one that I'm in love with

Damn

My heart feel like erupting

Barely shedding tears, I had to emphasize my toughness