Sam Tinnesz - Bad News

I wake up in the morning feeling like I got a gun to my head
My head
Life is full of land mines always gotta watch where ya step
Ya step (boom)

Running with scissors
This bottle's such a good kisser
Wish I could tell all the misery to just stop

The way that I'm living
Is dangerously unforgiving
I'm always wait for something else to drop

It's bad bad news
It hits me in my jugular
Triggers all my crazy
Trouble is a traveler
It's always
Bad bad bad news

It's always bad bad bad news

I'm swallowing the medicine yeah anything that's left on the shelf
The shelf
But scrolling through the interweb suddenly feels bad for my health
What the hell

Dancing with razors
Each day taking a sliver
This rate there won't be much left of me at all

I'm running and I'm trying
These little devils they find me
They let the world crucify me to the wall