| My fate is pain-staking
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| I run away, hoping that I run into my making
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| Maker, am I just forsaken?
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| Ready to bust my load because I do not have no patience
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| Calling on my phone, it’s going straight out to the tone
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| Like I’m stuck in danger in the Paris Catacombs
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| Seeing stuff that isn’t, turn the light on and it’s gone
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| As Above, So Below, I am lower than low
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| And I don’t wanna know
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| What I’m drinking needs no antidote
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| Just shut me up
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| And shut me down
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| And I don’t wanna know
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| What I’m drinking needs no antidote
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| Just shut me up
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| And shut me down
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| My life is far from basic
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| The emptiness surround the void inside me like it’s vacant
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| Finding ways to fill it, unfulfilled’s a natural feeling
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| As I battle mental illness, often clashing with my brilliance
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| Now I’m smoking reefer 'til ashes tumble down a nigga’s sneakers
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| My fear and anxiety is off the meters
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| The only thing I know is I don’t know, so enter the unknown
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| Shit is getting Rocky with touchstone
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| And I don’t wanna know
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| What I’m drinking needs no antidote
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| Just shut me up
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| And shut me down
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| And I don’t wanna know
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| What I’m drinking needs no antidote
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| Just shut me up
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| And shut me down
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| My life is straight racing
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| I speed away, hopin' that I lost whoever’s chasin'
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| Chaser, he is always gainin'
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| Ready to use my NOS if he gets closer, I’m just waiting
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| I cannot stay neutral, I fucked my clutch (Okay)
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| Do I go forward or do I back up? |
| (Okay)
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| Do I lay down or do I just stand up? |
| (Okay)
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| The only thing I know is that I don’t know (No)
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| And I don’t wanna know
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| What I’m drinking needs no antidote
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| Just shut me up
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| And shut me down
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| And I don’t wanna know
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| What I’m drinking needs no antidote
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| Just shut me up
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| And shut me down
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| And shut me down
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| And shut me down |