Stuck in the past by TILFALL Lyrics
[Intro] [Unknown Sample]
I'm sorry that I left you
And I wanna cry too
So come [inaudible]
[Hook]
Stuck in the past but shits it’s been working out
Lsd hits it blows no backing down
Lovers cross me forget it I pack a loud
Know your limits boy got both feet on the ground
Yeah
Uh
[Verse 1]
My head fatiguing
See I’m losing focus
Opium and alter motives
Basement full of rodents
Orange bottles built to help me cope and
Make sure that they notice
See I’m moving slowly
Tryna keep it underground and fight the
Demons that have followed me
And..
Uh
I feel after life six under oath i know you hear me hoping
Hocus pocus
Broken souls with trazadone
I weap for them inside my catacomb
Yeah
Yeah
With guns and pills and bacon bits
We laughing for the fuck of it
This demon has me tripping
Leave a trace no not that subtle shit
Yeah
No not that subtle shit
Yeah
4 handfuls of the pills with no chasers I don’t react
I Never said I’d chase her only if she kept me in tact
A dresser in her bedroom hide behind it smoking wax
Tinted windows on the Jeep under seats where we hide the gats
And I see her computer is not the only mac she own
I’m down as fuck I’m sitting on her car and smoking wax alone
Yeah
[Hook]
Stuck in the past but shits it’s been working out
Lsd hits it blows no backing down
Lovers cross me forget it I pack a loud
Know your limits boy got both feet on the ground
I'm sorry that I left you
And I wanna cry too
So come [inaudible]
[Hook]
Stuck in the past but shits it’s been working out
Lsd hits it blows no backing down
Lovers cross me forget it I pack a loud
Know your limits boy got both feet on the ground
Yeah
Uh
[Verse 1]
My head fatiguing
See I’m losing focus
Opium and alter motives
Basement full of rodents
Orange bottles built to help me cope and
Make sure that they notice
See I’m moving slowly
Tryna keep it underground and fight the
Demons that have followed me
And..
Uh
I feel after life six under oath i know you hear me hoping
Hocus pocus
Broken souls with trazadone
I weap for them inside my catacomb
Yeah
Yeah
With guns and pills and bacon bits
We laughing for the fuck of it
This demon has me tripping
Leave a trace no not that subtle shit
Yeah
No not that subtle shit
Yeah
4 handfuls of the pills with no chasers I don’t react
I Never said I’d chase her only if she kept me in tact
A dresser in her bedroom hide behind it smoking wax
Tinted windows on the Jeep under seats where we hide the gats
And I see her computer is not the only mac she own
I’m down as fuck I’m sitting on her car and smoking wax alone
Yeah
[Hook]
Stuck in the past but shits it’s been working out
Lsd hits it blows no backing down
Lovers cross me forget it I pack a loud
Know your limits boy got both feet on the ground