[we must pay homage to him
Ayo, yeah
Hard not to act a bit superficial
Like needing a crew to diss you
I’m one of the few, that don’t say views in whistles
Keep sh#t on the real, make the news official
How ’bout thinking pros and cons a little
Before you choose to shoot the missile
“Ayo, why you ain’t been dropping lately?
How you expect to be popping, if you ain’t plottin’ daily”
Trust me, i’m plotting daily
I’m judging options, that’ll stop me from ending it
I need something that’ll probly save me
Yeah i feel trapped in box, strapped with a lock
And you know the fact is if i stop, then i’ve capped on the aux
Lacked courage to act on thе silver lining i mapped on the dots
Evеry rash decision i make, is packed with the pox
I just wanna start over, can’t get grips on my controller
It’s not ever external pressure that make me miss my quota
All internal, thus why i devote a song to my mental yoga
Have to face sh#t, and also avoid turning green like yoda
After i’m fired, i’m where the slugs at
Crying like Rugrats, keep thinking fuuck that
Recycle the casing, but i still end in the same place
f#ck what i’m making, might as well quit when i make lame 8’s
What’s the point in all of this?
Out my mind after bars i miss
What’s the point in all of this?
Out my mind after bars i miss
I wake up every day mourning, cus i was born in
To a world where i don’t matter, yet i’m still pouring
My heart out, now my lows are souring, now all is boring
Can’t even imagine myself out there touring
Hard getting out of my bed, f#ck my routines
Being weak what i dread, so i just kept my suit clean
The facade got ahead, you don’t know who you see
f#ck what i said, need a new slate, only a few clean
Happiness is just living on auto-pilot
My thoughts are violent, teased cus i’m tought ’bout timing
Got mad experience, after i’ve fought and fight it
That part’s divided, my demise’s when my heart’s decided
You ever met that mindstate, where you are just exhausted?
There ain’t no recharging, because there ain’t no pauses
Even sleep don’t help, just wake up at the crack o’ dawn and
Another day passes and every minute you f#cking yawning
What’s the point in all of this?
Out my mind after bars i miss
What’s the point in all of this?
Out my mind after bars i miss
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