prod. by; Blair
Lyrics;
Going to my haven since I'm cravin' everything I've made up but still I need savin'
Facin' three bowls then I wake up chasing waiting, giving my all 'til I'm fading
Black it out now I'm evading what's going on around me
I just let the evil surround me 'til I can't keep counting
Each day 'til tomorrow I'll be better maybe I'm just under the weather or it's just the fact that my brain is severed
From finding pleasure in building pressure 'til I'm nauseas, get cautious with all my thoughts and moves
Keep getting higher 'til I'm on the moon, then I can't be consumed
Let it loose like a cannon, Gamma rays like I'm Banner but my strength's not my advantage
Always messing with these antics, granted I have never seen the answers
Man it's getting kinda real, tryna box up how I feel
Now I'm losing all my chances to regain any sense of planning, but I'm failing like I'm Bannon
I'm a chancellor of the madmen and the prospect of the saddest
Father failed and mother tried to build it back up
but I'm always in the gutter going under stuck in wonder, wishing I was wiser while thinking I know too much with no way to use it
Snoozing and just drooling, sitting still I'll lose it, so confused
Smoking to the music, rip it and down and lose it,
Don't know what I'm doing, don't know what I'm proving to myself and anyone next to me
I been everything in the game, player, coach, to the referee
Red card, yeah I'm causing penalties, before 18 did a few felonies
But no one seen shit if anyone ever did someone would be telling me
Smoking dope since elementary, moved on to the tabs and the ecstasy
Remember me, the shadow speaking selectively
Gather up my thoughts collectively, 'til I'm ready to repeat the cycle which keeps tryna sweep my right up off my feet
Can't complete to these beeps and these flashing lights
Can't compete to the things that I've seen in the clashing life that I used to know but keep crashing right
Back into it, I'm a bad influence on my own interests, invested in the misuse of any substance
Mix it up that's how I love it 'til there's nothing in my stomach then I gotta vomit let it all out
Don't hit the carpet, might not get me started, I've restarted and corrupted what I've regarded as what I've constructed
Now I keep following my instructions which leads me back to the pact made with no discussion
Feeling like I'm concussed, feeling like I'm living rough
Need to be lifted up, think I've given enough, nothing gets returned
Just the smoke to my lungs when the weeds burned
Just the chemistry of THC and the nicotine but no longer is it justified
It would be no different if I just died
Currently nothing equals me, just made a few thou in a week,
Spend it on the food, drugs and my screen, the way I don't mean to be
Urgently sedating me like I'm in surgery but I'm only feeling like an emergency nothings happened purely analytically
Adding up theories 'til my mind detonates atomically, bombs in me
Still got a hundred shot of artillery banging on the daily it's killing me, it's killing me
