Jim-

my

Jim-

my

This

pres-

sure

on

you,

a

life

ain't

fee-

lin'

how

it

used

to

Jim-

my

Jim-

my

No

need

to

be

sad,

when

they

play

your

song,

we'll

get

a-

long

I

been

sear-

chin',

loo-

kin'

for

a

per-

ma-

nent

rea-

son

Out

of

sync

with

the

sea-

sons,

not

sure

what

I

be-

lieve

in

And

a

bur-

den,

why

is

be-

in'

loved

so

ap-

pea-

lin'?

Can

con-

firm

I'm

a-

lone,

we're

all

just

lost

with-

out

mea-

nin'

Just

a

boy

from

the

West,

I'm

born

and

bred

We

coul-

da

been

rich,

was

poor

in-

stead

My

e-

venings

are

blue,

all

my

mor-

nings

red

I

had

to

make

scores

from

gents

I

sa-

lute

all

my

lo-

cal

fiends

They're

smi-

lin',

locked

in

a

smo-

ker's

dream

Kept

an

ace

like

a

po-

ker

team

Just

a

teen

sel-

lin'

coke

to

fiends

I

took

re-

me-

dy,

young

ones

I

love

Got

the

mo-

ney,

I

got

stuck

in-

side

of

my

mind

Quick

so-

lu-

tions

was

all

I

could

find

I

was

ear-

nin'

but

lo-

sin'

my

time

Por-

to-

bel-

lo,

I'm

sip-

pin'

on

wine

With

a

beau-

ti-

ful

Not-

tin'

Hill

mo-

ther

of

five

Men-

tal

mus-

cle,

the

strong

will

sur-

vive

That's

why

I

drink

white

rum

on

the

Man-

ches-

ter Drive

Jim-

my

Jim-

my

Now

you're

out

of

cont-

rol

and

the

lie

you're

li-

vin'

is

a

dead--

end

road

Jim-

my

Jim-

my

No

need

to

be

sad,

when

they

play

your

song,

we'll

get

a-

long

Left

e-

lec-

tric

and

hea-

ded

to

So-

Ho

Now

I'm

in

the

box,

I

had

way

too

much

yak

Hate

the

front

so

I

sat

in

the

back

With

a

girl

from

I-

ran

with

the

pea-

chi-

est

back

Love

me

a

spliff,

but

I

got-

ta

keep

it

a

stack

The

fe-

males

a-

round

me

are

crack

Got

me

wi-

red,

I

ain't

com-

in'

back

to

re-

a-

li-

ty

I

bleed

it

out

in

the

track

Did

some

things

that

I

swear

I

won't

tell

I

called

that

I

could

get

re-

dem-

ption

from

Hell

Love

and

hate

are

like

Ke-

nan

and

Kel

I

broke

up

my

kis,

now

my

friends

in

the

cell

Life

is

for

li-

vin',

I

love

me

some

shil-

lings

But

God

wil-

lin',

peop-

le

love

me

for

my

skil-

lin'

Went

from

sitt-

in'

in

gold

with

them

bil-

lions

To

bil-

lboa-

rds,

thank

God,

now

I'm

chillin'

Jim-

my

Jim-

my

This

pres-

sure

Jim-

my

Jim-

my

Jim-

my

Jim-

my

This

pres-

sure

on

you,

a

life

ain't

fee-

lin'

how

it

used

to

Jim-

my

Jim-

my

No

need

to

be

sad,

when

they

play

your

song,

we'll

get

a-

long

Jim-

my

Jim-

my

Jim-

my

Jim-

my

Jim-

my

Jim-

my

Jim-

my

Jim-

my