Campfire (feat. Jitta On The Track) - Chris Webby

Campfire (feat. Jitta On The Track)

Chris Webby

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Lyric

Chase the high until it fades

Better pace myself

Push my limits everyday

'Til I break myself

My time is on the way-ay-ay-ay

Better brace myself

'Cause if I didn't give this shit my all

I swear to god I couldn't face myself

I been telling these stories about my life, my life, my life

Out around a campfire all night

(Out around a campfire all night)

Just trying to find my through the moonlight

(I'm just trying to find a way)

I'm just tryin' to hide my pain as I

Hydroplane 'til my tires strain

In the left lane with a depressed brain

Calling my doctor up, hoping my med's came

Another panic attack, feeling my chest tight

Can't even see the road, losing my head like I know

I gotta keep pushing through it

And my therapy is making music

Without it I think I would lose it

So gather round

Gather round, listen up

'Cause what you know is, is not enough

Grab a blunt, fill your cup

Let me tell you some

'Til the campfire's out, campfire's out

Telling stories 'til the campfire's out

Light the match into the kerosene

Show what life is like behind the scenes

Put my soul up on a page, as I judge myself

Cigarettes and cocaine, I don't trust myself

Drinking whiskey for the pai-ai-ai-ain

And a blunt might help lacking self-respect with all the love I get

Why can't I find a way to love myself?

I been telling my stories to anyone listening

(Better listen listen listen)

I've done so much but still I feel so insignificant

(Insignificant yeah yeah)

Been battling all these demons ever since my christening

(Go to war with all these demons)

But still I'm hearing, breathing, trying to find a reason why I'm

breaking even

I feel at warm by now from all these tour's and crowd's

But it's just me and this bottle, so I'm about to pour it down

Fire gonna scorch the ground while I be telling my tale's

Follow with treacherous trail but in the end I prevail

I know I gotta keep pushing through it

And my therapy is making music

Without it I think I would lose it

So gather round

Gather round, listen up

'Cause what you know is, is not enough

Grab a blunt, fill your cup

Let me tell you some

'Til the campfire's out, campfire's out

Telling stories 'til the campfire's out

Light the match into the kerosene

Show what life is like behind the scenes

I deal with afflictions by willingly filing prescriptions (yeah)

I live with conditions that really don't fit the descriptions (yeah)

My grit and conviction's the reason I'm still in existence

My will and ambition's the reason I'm still in the business

Still I just wish I could turn off the shit in my brain

The positive and all negative driven again and again

I'm still insecure even when they be telling me: Webby, you killing the game

But feel like I'm still in the rain, I wait for these feelings to change

A fifth of the Jameson, I'll sip it away

Just give me whatever I don't want to deal with this pain

Simple and plain, I don't want to bitch and complain

My life really isn't so bad, I'm making a living it's strange

That I'm even feeling this way, I gotta be tough for the fans

I gotta be tough for my team, I gotta be tough for my fam

People are counting on me and I cannot fuck up the plan

Just give me a bottle I'm fine, I'll bottle it up in advanced

Don't stop and check in on myself, I just keep on moving ahead

My wounds never heal completely, no time for the bruises to mend

I push it all down like society says I should do as a man

Don't know how to talk about it, but when written in music I can

This is the way I get through with this music, is all that I got

On top of that I run a business, I need to be calling the shots

With all the pressure of that, mixed with the pressure of life

Got all this pressure that's pressing me

Feel like my heads in a vice

I tell myself every night

I gotta keep pushing through it

And my therapy is making music

Without it I think I would lose it

So gather round

Gather round, listen up

'Cause what you know is, is not enough

Grab a blunt, fill your cup

Let me tell you some

'Til the campfire's out, campfire's out

Telling stories 'til the campfire's out

Light the match into the kerosene

Show what life is like behind the scenes (oh oh yeah)

- It's already the end -