Back to Top

Issues Video (MV)




Performed By: Aceox
Language: English
Length: 3:28
Written by: Deniz Bozca




Aceox - Issues Lyrics
Official




It's high time I find my life's pride and fly high
Up in the sky, reach for the stars and find my light
'Til I feel fine and alright to try and get by
Rapping is my nightlife, got no time to waste on thy pride
Niggas want a piece of me and buy a piece to keep it real
Though piece by piece I kill those fake OGs and spin the wheel
Gamble with their lives and f*cking hell, I feel alright
Makes me feel so damn alive, knowingly smashing their f*cking pride
I got issues, I'm delusional and psychotic
Paranoia clouds my mind, your confusion is idiotic
I feel so f*cking good knowing you're willing to end your life
Your illness is inferior to the shit you could call mine
Ah f*ck, yeah I get it!
This f*cking look you're giving me - I wanna shank your head and brand it!
Your skin's displaced from your face, I'm dead-set on bagging it!
Hang it on my wall as an asset so I can throw a fit!
I have f*cking Issues!
Yet I feel alright!
See the life pass by me!
My meds try to fight!
And I scream my lungs out!
In my cell, it's time!
Trapped in my f*cking head and
Fight for my life!
Yeah I get it, motherf*cker, you are just in my head
This voice screaming at me, yeah he ain't my f*cking friend
He wants me dead, just like the rest, damn it! I know!
Where the f*ck are my meds? Need to wrap up this f*cking show!
All this talking makes me crazy!
It does! It does phase me!
Cold hands, cold sweat, I'm cold and I'm dead!
My soul is rotting in hell, and f*ck, man, that's so bad!
I don't f*cking care about your motherf*cking business-shit
'Cuz all that matters is the fun of making things and never quit
I pick my poison and roll with it because I'm f*cking killing it
Bitch, get off my f*cking dick and make some creative f*cking shit
I'll never give up, motherf*cker, get up and then shank cunts
No need for money 'cuz a couple K are just breadcrumbs
That's a fact, punk, don't act up, I'm on a headhunt
Fat cunts act like badass chain chomps yet they're fags, ya
I have f*cking Issues!
Yet I feel alright!
See the life pass by me!
My meds try to fight!
And I scream my lungs out!
In my cell, it's time!
Trapped in my f*cking head and
Fight for my life!
I want to be nice, loved not despised
My enemies will try and take away my life
So I will try and be the best me I can possibly be!
And make my fam proud, man, I never felt so free!
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




It's high time I find my life's pride and fly high
Up in the sky, reach for the stars and find my light
'Til I feel fine and alright to try and get by
Rapping is my nightlife, got no time to waste on thy pride
Niggas want a piece of me and buy a piece to keep it real
Though piece by piece I kill those fake OGs and spin the wheel
Gamble with their lives and f*cking hell, I feel alright
Makes me feel so damn alive, knowingly smashing their f*cking pride
I got issues, I'm delusional and psychotic
Paranoia clouds my mind, your confusion is idiotic
I feel so f*cking good knowing you're willing to end your life
Your illness is inferior to the shit you could call mine
Ah f*ck, yeah I get it!
This f*cking look you're giving me - I wanna shank your head and brand it!
Your skin's displaced from your face, I'm dead-set on bagging it!
Hang it on my wall as an asset so I can throw a fit!
I have f*cking Issues!
Yet I feel alright!
See the life pass by me!
My meds try to fight!
And I scream my lungs out!
In my cell, it's time!
Trapped in my f*cking head and
Fight for my life!
Yeah I get it, motherf*cker, you are just in my head
This voice screaming at me, yeah he ain't my f*cking friend
He wants me dead, just like the rest, damn it! I know!
Where the f*ck are my meds? Need to wrap up this f*cking show!
All this talking makes me crazy!
It does! It does phase me!
Cold hands, cold sweat, I'm cold and I'm dead!
My soul is rotting in hell, and f*ck, man, that's so bad!
I don't f*cking care about your motherf*cking business-shit
'Cuz all that matters is the fun of making things and never quit
I pick my poison and roll with it because I'm f*cking killing it
Bitch, get off my f*cking dick and make some creative f*cking shit
I'll never give up, motherf*cker, get up and then shank cunts
No need for money 'cuz a couple K are just breadcrumbs
That's a fact, punk, don't act up, I'm on a headhunt
Fat cunts act like badass chain chomps yet they're fags, ya
I have f*cking Issues!
Yet I feel alright!
See the life pass by me!
My meds try to fight!
And I scream my lungs out!
In my cell, it's time!
Trapped in my f*cking head and
Fight for my life!
I want to be nice, loved not despised
My enemies will try and take away my life
So I will try and be the best me I can possibly be!
And make my fam proud, man, I never felt so free!
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Deniz Bozca
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: Aceox

Tags:
No tags yet