Forrest Gumpshun - Excuses (feat. Uncle Shanks)

Time to let go of the bullshit
Get ready, get set, go and lose it
I ain't got much more than excuses
For everything that I ain't really ever felt like doing
Time to let go of the bullshit
Get ready, get set, go and lose it
I ain't got much more than excuses
For everything that I ain't really ever felt like doing
I don't know where to start
Or really where even to stop, like I don't know where to park
Better toughen up or else the world will tear you apart
Leave you sleeping with the fishes when you swim with the sharks
I know its hard when you're going through the ups and downs
Go from floating on a cloud, now I'm on the ground
What goes around comes around
Always lost and never found
Hope I end up safe and sound
Wouldn't trade a moment I spent doing all the things I know I shouldn't ever have did
Got a daughter and all I have ever wanted to give
Her is everything that she could ever dream she would get
Time to let go of the bullshit
Get ready, get set, go and lose it
I ain't got much more than excuses
For everything that I ain't really ever felt like doing
Time to let go of the bullshit
Get ready, get set, go and lose it
I ain't got much more than excuses
For everything that I ain't really ever felt like doing
Think I might have lost my way
Met a demon in the forest she was givin' some brain
Told me this is what you see when you be doing the most
I get with Russell, share a blunt, then have a beer with my folks
See, it's that cool whip
Catch a buzz from a hater like a stewardess
Thirty thousand feet above like wheres he doing this
I ain't done a show in months but I could prolly tune a fish
Fuck a bith she'll lose her shit
Wait a minute
Did I interrupt the vision?
Did I take a few prescriptions
Make your mind, I'm barely winning
Fuck you crying for?
I could show up spitting
Liquor pouring out my denim
Hit the stage we going in
Hit the stage we going in
Time to let go of the bullshit...
Forrest stop talking my baby mama be gossipping
Shit I'm always talking bout baby mamas got lots of them
And I ain't ever stopping or wearing condoms when knocking them
One bitch two bitch three bitch fo
Way too fertile for these hoes
Time to let go of the bullshit
Get ready, get set, go and lose it
I ain't got much more than excuses
For everything that I ain't really ever felt like doing

Written by:
Christopher Shanks, Russell Sadler

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