flip / d9 [cbd]

flip jones. 

never saw much point in tomorrow
what good would it do me anyway, you know how it is
we could be dead tomorrow  tomorrow doesn't make any promises 
but today, today is guaranteed 

mam said "don't smoke flip it'll rot your lungs" 
but aren't we all rotting better to go faster i reckon, hurts less that way

she didn't name me flip but it stuck
funny that
because i could never make up my mind 
i think when you're grown they call that "commitment issues" 
but i never had no trouble committing to the things that serve me 

me, i'm never awake before noon
takes at least that long for the come-down to wear off 
feels like trudging through mud every fucking day
feels like flying every single night 

no one ever said i'm not generous 
free with my compliments and kisses 
free with my drinks so long as i ain't paying 
free with my opinions (gets me in trouble sometimes) 

just don't like people telling me what to do, you know
got this somethin' inside me bubbles up when they do
makes me do the opposite 
can't help it / it's just how i'm made 
mama says it's typical bastard behaviour, should never have given my father the time of day
he certainly doesn't give me any time, washed his hands of me, he did 

fuck all of it 

fuck all of them

i'd wash my hands of myself if i could