| September 25th, 2017
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| I’m sitting anxious on a late night thinking about my dreams
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| It’s 2:47 and yet my emotions bring me to steam
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| Feeling like
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| Shouldn’t even be because it currently seems
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| Like I’ve been tighter than any popping funk artist’s jeans
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| Feeling like I’ve been trapped behind a mask like a dream
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| Outside shows smiles, inside and it seems it’s unseen
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| But I’ll come clean, I hate life
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| I understand the beauty but truly nothing excites
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| So it’s like fuck the glamour and the life
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| and since I’m with this mic
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| You wanna lead me on like it was hype
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| I’m born strong but I’m tired of putting up fight
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| And I’ve been feeling like God wouldn’t
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| But high like
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| I don’t know how I’m feeling inside
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| But I know it ain’t right for me to feel this done
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| A stone cold feeling inside
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| Man I know it ain’t right for me to feel this numb
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| I don’t know how I’m feeling inside
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| But I know it ain’t right for me to feel this done
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| A stone cold feeling inside
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| Man I know it ain’t right for me to feel this numb |