Dealing with life
Dealing with death
Living with lies
aimed at my chest
Look at my heart
Is it a mess?
Missing my spirit
I’m Leaving it dead.
Incoherent
What I’m hearin
You don’t think that I’m next
But im scheming and im feindin
Got some funds I gotta collect
Like them calls that’s from a cell
My reception not the best
But I’m dreaming of a moment where
I can lose this stress
One day I’ma make it
That’s as simple as it gets
Get back if you lying to me
I ain’t with dat shit
Who’s on the phone that’s the bros
And we finna get lit
yellin Fuck fuck fuck
Then we fuck it up
Yellin fuck fuck fuck
Then we fuck it up
It’s always fuck fuck fuck
Then we fuck it up
Don’t know if you can see but I’m on the cusp
Ohh I’ve been patient no rush
Look in my eyes you see pain
No prescriptions for my rage
Lackin on wealth but I’m rich
All these books that's in my brain
Im posted up but no sipping
All these blunts to the face
Every day the clock keeps tickin Ain’t no time left to waste
I’m still lookin for my perfect place
My perfect
Like what is my destiny
That been jus vexin me
what is the recipe
I’m coming up empty
When looking for paths
Been doing the math
Dotting my is
crossing my ts
Still it just get to me
