Straight To Paradise Lyrics - Continue - Wax

Walking around with my eyes sewn shut 

Passing by the most beautiful things in the world like so what 

Find an empty spot on a curb, and post up 

Next to a homeless man, cart full of soda cans 

Smiling, how's he in a better mood than I am in 

When I'm an inch away from achieving my dreams 

There's different types of achievement it seems 

The intravenous needle fiends to the people that dream of seeing 

Themselves up on the screens 

We all tryna chase a high 

What is it with human being, we're never satisfied 

My only conclusion's confusion 

And my only solution is the illusion I create through boozin 

Fuck it, my eyes open, I pop my tall beer 

Toast to Los Angeles, we all here 

From Skid Row to the names up in the blaring lights 

I take a sip and I'm headed straight to paradise 

Every day I battle with my inner consciousness 

Trying to get him to become an optimist 

Trying to convince him god exists 

And to focus on the positive and take pride in my accomplishments 

But he only speaks he doesn't hear 

A radio newsfeed always in my ear 

And I, just wish it would disappear 

An embodiment of all my insecurities and fear 

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And it keeps me wide awake lying late at night nervous 

Mind racing, contemplating life's purpose 

But isn't that a contemplation that is quite worthless 

And I'm still awake when the sunlight surface 

I just 

Relax, lie still 

Count sheep, drink more nyquil 

Lord help me sleep I say a prayer at night 

And in my dreams I'm going straight to paradise 

Too much time alone all I think about is death 

I'm a chain smoker how much time I got left 

I swear there's something wrong going on inside my chest 

I ain't seen a doctor nI should probably get a test 

I just wish I wasn confident in an afterlife 

If it turned out that I was wrong I'd be dead it wouldn't matter right 

I drink too much, for the numbness 

I think to much, but yearn for dumbness 

I wish that I was satisfied 

By the cars, the restaurants and the Maitre D's 

I love steak, put me back inside the matrix please 

We can all talk about the weather forecast or the sportscast 

Or the fucking jersey shore cast 

Get money, keep makin 

Fuck bitches, eat bacon 

Lord forgive me, I say a prayer at night 

And when I die I'm going straight to paradise