Out Of Focus - Buck 65 Lyrics - This Right Here Is - Buck 65

Dirty and low with the same pair of pants on 

Tables I dance on and benches at bed time 

Way passed the deadline and waiting for the world's end 

I just had a terrible argument with my girlfriend 

Something or other, I always seem to be in trouble 

Getting kind of hard to hear and maybe now I'm seeing double 

God almighty, give me strength and put the poison down tomorrow 

Tonight I'm gonna stay up late, see if I can drown in sorrow 

(2x's) 

I go under the blouse and grope for the breast 

I call this one hope and hope for the best 

I play fight rarely and barely touch the surface 

anchors away I'm out of focus on purpose 

I'm lower than life, living like it's the last day 

Eyes gone out and hard like an ashtray 

Dog won't play with me I'm smelly and unshaven 

Walkin in circles and searching for a safe haven 

Time's running low but still I remain patient 

Practicing my lines hanging out at the train station 

500 excuses and working on a dozen more 

unemployed again your parents hate me cause I'm poor 

(2x's) 

I go under the blouse and grope for the breast 

I call this one hope and hope for the best 

I play fight rarely and barely touch the surface 

anchors away I'm out of focus on purpose 

I'm quick to throw the towel in too stubborn to apologize 

the future is bleek and my memories are wallet-sized 

I'm out of ideas, it feels like I'm choking 

All of my mirrors and promises are broken 

I'm lousy and threadbare too low to get down 

Almost out of gas but can't stand to sit down 

God almighty, wish me luck, let me get to sleep 

I'm trying to keep it all together 

I've got to laugh to keep from crying 

I go under the blouse and grope for the breast 

I call this one hope and hope for the best 

I play fight rarely and barely touch the surface 

anchors away I'm out of focus on purpose