Verse 1
I woke up to the radio playing the Beatles
I’m a loser skipping putting wear on the needle
Worrisome laying there not feeling peaceful
thoughts in my head hurtfully evil
Anxiety paranoid works like a fever
I know what’s out there but I’m a underachiever
Sense of urgency mentally I’m not weaker
physically mobility not much of a leader
catching cold feet without snow in my sneakers
socks sticking to me is how I get eager
Sit up in my bed rub my feet they a heater
Not happy what I see when I turn to the mirror
lines in my face, dry skin, nothing clearer
Depression setting pace, my goals no where closer
I wonder when the day will come I ever get closure
I look at the clock heart stops bending over
Its 4pm? but 4am in bed I was sleeping
Did I wake up on a Monday & miss the whole weekend?
Feels like a Thursday even though its a Tuesday

Hook

Its Groundhogs Day with Limbo in the recipe
A dash a Purgatory makes a sweet Souffle’

Its Groundhogs Day with Limbo in the recipe
A dash a Purgatory makes a sweet Souffle’

Verse 2

I woke up to the radio playing the Eagles
Hotel California my place of residence
Leave is temporary no escaping the element
White Walls 4 of’em I serve out my sentence
I swear it’s a padded room with air vents
A skylight with cold air rushing in
I know I’m a fighter I’ll get up from the ground
I sit up, stand up, then lay back down
I look in the mirror my eyes are blood red
Blood vessels exploding inside my head
I walk down the hallway same as the white walls
Feels like eternity with a slow crawl
I walk to the door which feels 9ft tall
I see the cemetery & leaves from the fall
Is this a reflection on how my lifes been stalled?
Or maybe I’m a spirit looking through a crystal ball
Blueberry waffles are in my toaster
Feels like cardboard going down my chest
I swallow my pride, repeating the process

Hook

Its Groundhogs Day with Limbo in the recipe
A dash a Purgatory makes a sweet Souffle’

Its Groundhogs Day with Limbo in the recipe
A dash a Purgatory makes a sweet Souffle’

3rd verse

I woke up to the radio playing some kansas
Carry on my wayward son has all of my answers
Drag myself outta bed increases my chances
Finish what I started all the work on my canvas
Head downstairs I got too distracted
surfed on the internet too much practice
Gotta stop looking at these naked bitch asses
Hours gone by vision strained need glasses
Tell Shaun T. I know true insanity
Going round in circles, I’m Stir Crazy
I left my phone on in case of emergency
But this crazy bitch keeps on calling me
You don’t wanna fuck just talk to me!?
Bitch please this ain’t Thelma and Louise
We ain’t tie the knot & I’m not your main squeeze
Went outside fresh air in need of a good run
scared the lady with the rottweilers C’mon son!
Wearing all black all you need is a handgun
Went back home and the song is the same one

Hook

Its Groundhogs Day with Limbo in the recipe
A dash a Purgatory makes a sweet Souffle’

Its Groundhogs Day with Limbo in the recipe
A dash a Purgatory makes a sweet Souffle’