| Little bloody stains in my eyes
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| Vessel breaking all of the time
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| Devil’s on the clock 9 to 5
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| Falling through the stairs while I climb
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| And I could tell that something wasn’t right
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| All that empty space on the horizon
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| If you can’t see a throne why even try?
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| Never did no drugs, maybe I should try some
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| In the name of what do I fight?
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| In the name of what do I fight?
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| I don’t need to change
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| Don’t think about it
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| See some shit so now I drink about it
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| (Fuck) Can’t sleep
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| 4 AM, I see a figure
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| Think my life is over but he can’t deliver (Shit)
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| Sat through all my fuckin' whispers
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| Telling me my life been caught up in a twister
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| I was flying in a circle
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| I was missing curfew when I had a curfew
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| If you think I curved you then I probably curved you
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| I ain’t really sorry baby girl I hurt you
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| I ain’t gonna rest 'til I fuckin' drop dead
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| I been runnin' outta options
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| Call me Vinny Checkers, never chill
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| I pop another pill to get up out my thoughts (Damn)
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| Life been really toxic, overrated
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| I don’t feel appreciated anymore
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| By people I thought it mattered, I don’t get it
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| I hated the shit I was singin' before
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| In a loop, an inner circle
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| To follow up how to go out and go open these doors
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| Gotta get it, gotta go and relax
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| I never thought that I’d make it this far (Ayy)
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| All the shit that’s all up on my mind it got me dropping off the map
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| I put my phone on autopilot for the night so they can’t ask me where I’m, at
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| Ridin' through my city in the night solo dolo with the cash
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| And I just needed space, I’m on the side
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| Gimme time and I’ll be, back
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| Phone’s low, I let it burn like Usher
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| I’m a stones throw away from disappointments
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| I don’t wanna talk, ‘cause I don’t wanna tell ‘em
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| I don’t wanna fix it, I just want it better
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| I’ve been broke forever, needing changes
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| Mental health and wealth in different places
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| I know life is phases, I know people leave you
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| Fuck if theirs is greener, then nigga mine is green too
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| Phone jumpin', I won’t operate it
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| I won' let ‘em play me unless it’s on a playlist
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| Leave it off for the rainy days
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| ‘cause I don’t wanna feel and I don’t wanna shade ‘em
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| Known numbers tryna check my wavelength
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| 'Cause they noticed Hank ain’t been up on the same shit
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| I need time and separation from it
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| Bein' honest all I really want is space, shit
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| Little bloody stains in my eyes
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| Vessel breaking all of the time
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| Devil’s on the clock 9 to 5
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| Falling through the stairs while I climb
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| And I could tell that something wasn’t right
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| All that empty space on the horizon
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| If you can’t see a throne why even try?
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| Never did no drugs, maybe I should try some
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| In the name of what do I fight?
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| In the name of what do I fight?
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| Hard not to have ego
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| When I’m in a room full of mirrors, I’m a whole different person
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| But I feel like nothing’s workin'
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| I got friends and family that rely on me
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| And my shorty told me she would die for me
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| I got niggas that say they would ride for me
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| 'Til I’m down on my luck and they hide from me
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| I got trust issues
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| Feel like I’m on top of the world, but somehow I’ll lose it all
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| Due to liquor, strippers snorting Adderall
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| As soon as I finish this album off, it’ll all evolve
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| Sick of chasin'
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| Highs and lows in all these different places
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| Devils workin' I can feel it, I know he’s obsessed with me
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| Please don’t catch up to me runnin' from
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| Fear in my mind
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| Never see it clear through my eyes
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| Faded on this long midnight drive
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| Stuck inside a life that ain’t mine
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| You can see that something isn’t right
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| All that empty space under both eyelids
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| I don’t answer calls, I don’t even try
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| Lookin' for the plug, maybe I can find some
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| In the name of what do I fight?
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| In the name of what do I fight? |