Uh
I sound like a broken down record
A million things putting me down and I can't forget them
Gotta figure out how to accept them
But it ain't east trying to plan that referendum
Shits f*cking with my head
So I got that bud that I be using as meds
And I got that bass that'll leave you death
Swear it's so hard trying to carry all the stress trying to carry all the
But I still manage
For a minute problems vanish
And they probably going to say I'm an addict
Yeah I am for this music shit
F*ck off with your booze and fits
I ain't letting that shit be the reason I'm loosing this
I ain't loosing grip of this na na
I ain't loosing grip of this rap shit
The rap kid king is back
And I'm here to interact with a few hits and that
Bringing it back to the boom bap era
Starting to cause doom and the mother f*cking terror
Same time pleasure
Desperate times call for desperate measures
I'm desperate to find the x that marks the treasure
So over this
Over this dump and I'm over this crib
So much for the ones that were supposed to show me how to live
Now I'm on my own got to learn that shit
Smoke weed everyday man I burn that shit
Want to make it off of this you got to earn that shit
Verses I spit helps with the curse that I'm in
Plus the fact I'm getting love and making a difference
There's still parts that'll always be missing but it's
Different when you have people who listen
I'm just wishing that what I say isn't taking the wrong way
I got dreams of vacays from here to Pompeii
And I pray that one day
All the pain the we all have to face is erased
Until then it's pen to the page
Until I finally feel as though that the weight has been raised