Troy Junker Hangin' With My Thoughts
Hangin' With My Thoughts
[Chorus: Troy Junker]
I been walking on sharp glass; I need one more step
Is the right path the right path? Or should I just go left?
I'm just hangin' in the dark man, I'm just hangin' in the dark
I'm just hangin' with my thoughts man, I'm just hangin' with my thoughts
[Verse 1: Troy Junker]
I smile large at my mama and large at my father
Are you like me do you believe in karma?
Yeah I'm aiming for the green Arnold Palmer
I mean I feel it in my spleen Peter Parker
My homie want me to make something to turn up to
I just want to make something the boy could burn up to
That's all I need when I'm all alone
I mean my friends are all with me but they're constantly always on their phones
And I'm looking for a piece of mind
And it may sound easy to you but to me it's hard to find
I'm out of gin, now I'm onto my lady's wine
I find when I find the time, I can't find a dime and vice versa
Can you feel me like brail homie?
Second guessing what the devil sold me
I fell in love with writing poems, I never felt at home
These friends turn to foes and the lovers come and go, come and go
[Chorus: Troy Junker]
I been walking on sharp glass; I need one more step
Is the right path the right path? Or should I just go left?
I'm just hangin' in the dark man, I'm just hangin' in the dark
I'm just hangin' with my thoughts man, I'm just hangin' with my thoughts
[Verse 2: Troy Junker]
I'm just speaking, I'm not a preacher
I got no stripes, I'm not a zebra
I just want my slice from the pizza
If I was pony boy, they'd label me a greaser
Will I go wide awake as I lay in my bed?
Will god let me in the gates or leave me on the steps?
I've always tried to live my life with no regrets
But that's all I seem to get other than debt, other than debt
I been chasing time and chasing lights
And I been drinking joe ignoring sleep and living nights
You look surprised, just to live you got to pay the price
And I won't lie, some days are horrible, some days alright
I'm painting memories
I wish the paint would dry soon
So I could get a couple bottles from the drive through
I know this shit is going to kill me like the swine flu
And everybody seems to trip in their tied shoes, their ties shoes homie
[Chorus: Troy Junker]
I been walking on sharp glass; I need one more step
Is the right path the right path? Or should I just go left?
I'm just hanging in the dark man, I'm just hangin in the dark
I'm just hangin' with my thoughts man, I'm just hangin' with my thoughts
