Drow$y - Directions Lyrics

I'm one step away from where I lose myself I hope I'm going in the right direction
Dope up on me, If I smoke it, I'm gon' smoke out the whole section
Apologies to those around me with low tolerance, I don't want you stressing
I hope you get the message, because this situation's so pathetic
And I'm doing my best to be more empathetic
Walk around with a vest so I don't need a medic
Glockie got that oppie fetish, hol' up I'ma need a second
I'm one step away from where I get my dreams
The type of things that help me justify serving all of those fiends
Digging through pockets until they clean, of mint like Listerine
I suffer from a disease, around here we call it greed and shit
I was under the impression they would feed on this
I'ma need some discretion, I've been all in the abyss
Got some pills in the fist, It's the thrills that we risk, and then we lost in the mist
The same burden that we carried when we young
Hope I don't do the same when I have a son
Race against time before this blood fill my lungs
I've been somewhere lost up in this blunt
Same burden that we carried when we young
Hope I don't do the same when I have a son
Race against time before this blood fill my lungs
I've been somewhere lost up in this blunt
This is nothing new, struggles from that avenue
Where everybody rich, everybody balling, no one give a shit
Difference in status got you thinking that you select
Pockets the fattest if I go rob 'em, f*ck a check
Even in bubbles, I thought that gangster was a flex
Fall asleep in rubble, I can't wash up on this flesh
Always saw it for what it was and not the best
If you saw for yourself, you'd probably call neglect
When it got better, we called it somewhat of a bless
Doesn't matter what you call it, we was doing what we said
And now it's either coffin or a stage, I don't know where is next
Take it step by step, by step
I'm one step away from where I lose myself, I hope I'm going in the right direction
Dope up on me, If I smoke it, I'm gon' smoke out the whole section
Apologies to those around me with low tolerance, I don't want you stressing
I hope you get the message, because this situation's so pathetic
And I'm doing my best to be more empathetic
Walk around with a vest so I don't need a medic
Glockie got that oppie fetish, hol' up I'ma need a second
I'ma need a second
Like hol' up, I'ma need a second
I need to let go, of the shit that got me f*cking stressing
Need a second
Hol' up, I'ma need a second