Edward Floyd - Not Supposed 2 be Here

I'm just a soul
Born on the wrong planet
At the wrong time

Not supposed to be here
Father wanted an abortion
Momma wasn't prepared
Not supposed to be here
Suicidal thoughts
Whispered into my ear
Not supposed to be here
Ex drug addict
When I look in the mirror
Not supposed to be here
But I am
And I'm fucking glad that I'm here

Since the moment I
Was born I was fucked
Scratch that
I was fucked when
I was just nut
My dad
Piece of shit never showed up
I had
Show myself how to man up
Ain't mad
Cause I've made myself
A better man then he could
I hope he's turning in
His grave as I do good
Hope he gets to watch
My first mill
Hope that's torture to him
In his hell
There ain't shit
You can fucking say
If I fuck this up
At least I did it my way
Look at the cards I've played
With my starting hand
I shouldn't be here today

Not supposed to be here
Father wanted an abortion
Mama wasn't prepared
Not supposed to be here
Suicidal thoughts
Whispered in my ear

Welcome y'all to my demons
They're my heathens
They're the reason
Behind my seasons
Of depression
Second guessing
If I should be breathing
Also the reason
I started writing
So sick of hiding
All these emotions
Started confiding
In this music
Learned to use it
To get through shit
And to prove that
I'm a demon on this mic
You can hate me if you like
But just know that I hate myself
Just enough not to take my life

I shouldn't be here
Suicidal thoughts
Whispered in my ear
I shouldn't be here
Ex drug addict when
I look in the Mirror

Got genes from a family
Full of drug addicts
Thank god that I've kicked
Some bad habits
At age 16 I was drugged up
Did every single drug
That I touched
Was never sober
Almost always drunk
No matter what
Was never enough
So many times
I should have overdosed
So many times that
I've came close
I shouldn't be here
I shouldn't be here
I shouldn't be here
I should be dead
Or fucking impaired
I shouldn't be here
But I am
That's why I'm going as hard as I am

Not supposed to be here
Father wanted an abortion
Momma wasn't prepared
Not supposed to be here
Suicidal thoughts
Whispered into my ear
Not supposed to be here
Ex drug addict
When I look in the mirror
Not supposed to be here
But I am
Aren't you fucking glad that I'm here?
I'm about to go off
Like I got something to prove
Don't get in my way
Just give me my room
I'm about to go off
Like I got something to prove
Don't get in my way
Just give me my room
I'm about to go off
Like I got something to prove
Don't get in my way
Just give me my room
I'm about to go off
Like I got something to prove
Don't get in my way
Just give me my

Written by:
Edward Moore

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