Yep, let me tell you where I come from
Apache Junction in the summer with no income
People 'round you got you mental feelin' pent up
Tryna sell you anything they get they f*ckin' hands on
Growing up my Dad he had a couple felonies
He couldn't get a job, they hustled methamphetamines
Mom was sniffing 'scription pills up in her cavity
Addictions kickin' in again, that cheddar was the remedy
I was living in a bubble, youngin' in the struggle
How he gonna cope when no one love him he ain't got no brothers?
Damn, that gutter breed I guess I'll have to be
I cannot peep the road ahead of me with all this stress I breathe
With all this stress I breed
I cannot peep the road ahead of me
Tweaker's jacking all the lettuce and the bread to eat
I need another recipe to make it out the mess I'm in
Sat here waiting patiently for something heaven-sent to message me a way to leave the peasant life to relevance
New day same mothaf*ckin' getup, bike got snatched again I'm walking with a chip and a vendetta
Killin' bitches tryna rap, they ain't come up out the ghetto
Bitch I'm fresh up out the trap, they be stabbin', get you setup, yeah
Stealing food up off the shelves cuz they be fed up
Doing drugs to kill our head and getting violent cuz we ran out
Turn to animals when we can't pay that rent, five day notice
When they show up with the locks for the eviction, fighting police, oh
Fighting police, oh
But we ain't wanna do it, though
Dear Mr. Officer, don't tear apart my family
We're down and out and need some help and don't know how to handle it
I swear that we're good people low on fixing sandwiches
The rent is due, we needed bread, the cheddar, so we ran that shit
I don't know nothing else, I've seen too much, I don't fit in
I've got too many coping mechanisms killing skin
Tryna get it, tryna flip it from a few nugs
All that's left a quarter ounce up in my two lungs
They've been so full of tar they won't absorb the weed no more
I gotta find a different way to get up out the door
Liquid fuels me to the liquor store, I'm living poor
I spent my quarters on them quarts because I'm feeling bored
Took a couple swigs I think I'm losing sight of shit
Anxiety is clutching me there ain't no hiding it
They say that time it don't exist but now I'm fighting it
I'm running out, so much I've wasted, stolen, I ain't buying it
(No I ain't f*ckin' buying it)
(Pipe wrench to the)
(Pipe wrench to the)
Pipe wrench to the pipe again
I can't afford to have a short temper f*cking up my night again
I keep reflecting on my life and it ain't right, I'm bent
Staying high I'm looking like I need some vitamins
I'm turning colder, cryogenic with the stylist
I put that riot shit on ice don't get the fire wet
What kind of mic is this? It melted when my vocals hit
I used it, lit my cigarette and smoked it, didn't choke a bit
If I don't make it then we die broke
I got these high hopes riding on my shoulders for survival
Keep the sky close, ride slow, eyes low
I shoot the pilot while I'm flying with the blind folk
See horizons slip away in such a kind soul
Know some diamonds in the coal that never shined full
I keep composure through the alcohol and wine wraps
A couple stogies get ahold and get his mind back
(Get ahold and get his mind back)
(Get ahold and get his mind back)
'Cause f*ck it ain't nobody give a f*ckin' flying f*ck
Where was ya'll when I was hungry, need a couple bucks?
Out here bummin' cat food, slangin' sacks full
Homie doing life up in the street plotting a jack move
I ain't never had to act cool
I knapsack of that weight up on my back ready to dap fools
I ain't really got a message for the masses
When disaster hits we all gon' be the victims of the masters
Hit that school and learn them facts up
Shit might help you in trap when you get slapped up with the bad luck
Waste your time and get a stack up in the madness
But how you living when you crash out on the mattress?
Got a passion but depressions everlasting
I ain't really had the cash to make it happen
I lit the match up in a place you can't imagine
Yo, east of Phoenix, yeah I rose up from the ashes
Dopest kid up out the crackhouse with the addicts
I got a flow to make them cock back automatics
I gotta show out homie, hold up, see me trappin' active
Gotta have it cuz I never really had shit crackin'
(Yep)
(I can't afford to think that everything is possible)
I still ain't eating, in here screaming on the mic again
I gotta do this, get it right, I'm losing oxygen
The AJ Kid - Losing Oxygen Lyrics
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Yep, let me tell you where I come from
Apache Junction in the summer with no income
People 'round you got you mental feelin' pent up
Tryna sell you anything they get they f*ckin' hands on
Growing up my Dad he had a couple felonies
He couldn't get a job, they hustled methamphetamines
Mom was sniffing 'scription pills up in her cavity
Addictions kickin' in again, that cheddar was the remedy
I was living in a bubble, youngin' in the struggle
How he gonna cope when no one love him he ain't got no brothers?
Damn, that gutter breed I guess I'll have to be
I cannot peep the road ahead of me with all this stress I breathe
With all this stress I breed
I cannot peep the road ahead of me
Tweaker's jacking all the lettuce and the bread to eat
I need another recipe to make it out the mess I'm in
Sat here waiting patiently for something heaven-sent to message me a way to leave the peasant life to relevance
New day same mothaf*ckin' getup, bike got snatched again I'm walking with a chip and a vendetta
Killin' bitches tryna rap, they ain't come up out the ghetto
Bitch I'm fresh up out the trap, they be stabbin', get you setup, yeah
Stealing food up off the shelves cuz they be fed up
Doing drugs to kill our head and getting violent cuz we ran out
Turn to animals when we can't pay that rent, five day notice
When they show up with the locks for the eviction, fighting police, oh
Fighting police, oh
But we ain't wanna do it, though
Dear Mr. Officer, don't tear apart my family
We're down and out and need some help and don't know how to handle it
I swear that we're good people low on fixing sandwiches
The rent is due, we needed bread, the cheddar, so we ran that shit
I don't know nothing else, I've seen too much, I don't fit in
I've got too many coping mechanisms killing skin
Tryna get it, tryna flip it from a few nugs
All that's left a quarter ounce up in my two lungs
They've been so full of tar they won't absorb the weed no more
I gotta find a different way to get up out the door
Liquid fuels me to the liquor store, I'm living poor
I spent my quarters on them quarts because I'm feeling bored
Took a couple swigs I think I'm losing sight of shit
Anxiety is clutching me there ain't no hiding it
They say that time it don't exist but now I'm fighting it
I'm running out, so much I've wasted, stolen, I ain't buying it
(No I ain't f*ckin' buying it)
(Pipe wrench to the)
(Pipe wrench to the)
Pipe wrench to the pipe again
I can't afford to have a short temper f*cking up my night again
I keep reflecting on my life and it ain't right, I'm bent
Staying high I'm looking like I need some vitamins
I'm turning colder, cryogenic with the stylist
I put that riot shit on ice don't get the fire wet
What kind of mic is this? It melted when my vocals hit
I used it, lit my cigarette and smoked it, didn't choke a bit
If I don't make it then we die broke
I got these high hopes riding on my shoulders for survival
Keep the sky close, ride slow, eyes low
I shoot the pilot while I'm flying with the blind folk
See horizons slip away in such a kind soul
Know some diamonds in the coal that never shined full
I keep composure through the alcohol and wine wraps
A couple stogies get ahold and get his mind back
(Get ahold and get his mind back)
(Get ahold and get his mind back)
'Cause f*ck it ain't nobody give a f*ckin' flying f*ck
Where was ya'll when I was hungry, need a couple bucks?
Out here bummin' cat food, slangin' sacks full
Homie doing life up in the street plotting a jack move
I ain't never had to act cool
I knapsack of that weight up on my back ready to dap fools
I ain't really got a message for the masses
When disaster hits we all gon' be the victims of the masters
Hit that school and learn them facts up
Shit might help you in trap when you get slapped up with the bad luck
Waste your time and get a stack up in the madness
But how you living when you crash out on the mattress?
Got a passion but depressions everlasting
I ain't really had the cash to make it happen
I lit the match up in a place you can't imagine
Yo, east of Phoenix, yeah I rose up from the ashes
Dopest kid up out the crackhouse with the addicts
I got a flow to make them cock back automatics
I gotta show out homie, hold up, see me trappin' active
Gotta have it cuz I never really had shit crackin'
(Yep)
(I can't afford to think that everything is possible)
I still ain't eating, in here screaming on the mic again
I gotta do this, get it right, I'm losing oxygen
Apache Junction in the summer with no income
People 'round you got you mental feelin' pent up
Tryna sell you anything they get they f*ckin' hands on
Growing up my Dad he had a couple felonies
He couldn't get a job, they hustled methamphetamines
Mom was sniffing 'scription pills up in her cavity
Addictions kickin' in again, that cheddar was the remedy
I was living in a bubble, youngin' in the struggle
How he gonna cope when no one love him he ain't got no brothers?
Damn, that gutter breed I guess I'll have to be
I cannot peep the road ahead of me with all this stress I breathe
With all this stress I breed
I cannot peep the road ahead of me
Tweaker's jacking all the lettuce and the bread to eat
I need another recipe to make it out the mess I'm in
Sat here waiting patiently for something heaven-sent to message me a way to leave the peasant life to relevance
New day same mothaf*ckin' getup, bike got snatched again I'm walking with a chip and a vendetta
Killin' bitches tryna rap, they ain't come up out the ghetto
Bitch I'm fresh up out the trap, they be stabbin', get you setup, yeah
Stealing food up off the shelves cuz they be fed up
Doing drugs to kill our head and getting violent cuz we ran out
Turn to animals when we can't pay that rent, five day notice
When they show up with the locks for the eviction, fighting police, oh
Fighting police, oh
But we ain't wanna do it, though
Dear Mr. Officer, don't tear apart my family
We're down and out and need some help and don't know how to handle it
I swear that we're good people low on fixing sandwiches
The rent is due, we needed bread, the cheddar, so we ran that shit
I don't know nothing else, I've seen too much, I don't fit in
I've got too many coping mechanisms killing skin
Tryna get it, tryna flip it from a few nugs
All that's left a quarter ounce up in my two lungs
They've been so full of tar they won't absorb the weed no more
I gotta find a different way to get up out the door
Liquid fuels me to the liquor store, I'm living poor
I spent my quarters on them quarts because I'm feeling bored
Took a couple swigs I think I'm losing sight of shit
Anxiety is clutching me there ain't no hiding it
They say that time it don't exist but now I'm fighting it
I'm running out, so much I've wasted, stolen, I ain't buying it
(No I ain't f*ckin' buying it)
(Pipe wrench to the)
(Pipe wrench to the)
Pipe wrench to the pipe again
I can't afford to have a short temper f*cking up my night again
I keep reflecting on my life and it ain't right, I'm bent
Staying high I'm looking like I need some vitamins
I'm turning colder, cryogenic with the stylist
I put that riot shit on ice don't get the fire wet
What kind of mic is this? It melted when my vocals hit
I used it, lit my cigarette and smoked it, didn't choke a bit
If I don't make it then we die broke
I got these high hopes riding on my shoulders for survival
Keep the sky close, ride slow, eyes low
I shoot the pilot while I'm flying with the blind folk
See horizons slip away in such a kind soul
Know some diamonds in the coal that never shined full
I keep composure through the alcohol and wine wraps
A couple stogies get ahold and get his mind back
(Get ahold and get his mind back)
(Get ahold and get his mind back)
'Cause f*ck it ain't nobody give a f*ckin' flying f*ck
Where was ya'll when I was hungry, need a couple bucks?
Out here bummin' cat food, slangin' sacks full
Homie doing life up in the street plotting a jack move
I ain't never had to act cool
I knapsack of that weight up on my back ready to dap fools
I ain't really got a message for the masses
When disaster hits we all gon' be the victims of the masters
Hit that school and learn them facts up
Shit might help you in trap when you get slapped up with the bad luck
Waste your time and get a stack up in the madness
But how you living when you crash out on the mattress?
Got a passion but depressions everlasting
I ain't really had the cash to make it happen
I lit the match up in a place you can't imagine
Yo, east of Phoenix, yeah I rose up from the ashes
Dopest kid up out the crackhouse with the addicts
I got a flow to make them cock back automatics
I gotta show out homie, hold up, see me trappin' active
Gotta have it cuz I never really had shit crackin'
(Yep)
(I can't afford to think that everything is possible)
I still ain't eating, in here screaming on the mic again
I gotta do this, get it right, I'm losing oxygen
Writer: Corwin Farnsworth
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid