Zoloft Video (MV)

Out of mind state, the time done made me gyrate
You said that I could fly, didn't factor all the migranes
Pupils anti-dilated, passing as if I ate
I guess it's safe to say the pacing faster than what I make
Stresses weighing on me like the spotty beaming on my face
Audience been staring as if I'm supposed to dance and pray
Seasoned psycho magic, but for me it makes the darkness stay
Nimbus clouds been heavy, heaving hefty, hail been on the way
For the longest felt like I've been drifting sideways
In time the car was flipped since I decide to do it my way
Stumble through the ups and down, patience just to wait it out
Staging when the gain is loud, phone always on vibrate
I hate it when the placement make me feel like I ain't good enough
Working on my contributions, hoping for a bit of love
The statements made been in my head few too many times
Wish that I could say it only came out in my rhymes
My parents don't believe in psychotherapy or drugs
Only did it cause the shit I tried before wasn't enough
Drink that bottle, went to sleep and woke up with my stomach f*cked
Momma helped me clean it up, baking soda and some gloves
My ex would always tell me how she loved me to the moon
Couldn't feel it cause inside my system raged a monsoon
Raiding tombs, reminiscing bout her made me Lara Croft
Thinking bout this shit like once a day, call it Zoloft
Ayo
Every morning I wake up in a daze
Am I living?
Did I pass through the maze?
Pass through the maze, pass, pass through the maze
Couldn't finish what I had to, it's late
He been banging on the door for some days
Days, banging on the door for some days
I'm so tired of this never ending chase
Put your money where your mouth is
Hand me a plate
I been dreaming of some land out of state
Couple kids, keep the food stamps away
I been working shawty gotta get paid
No more texting, read you like a f*ckin' page
I been working shawty gotta get paid
Paid, working shawty gotta get paid
No more texting, read you like a f*ckin' page
If you wanna reach me for another statement
Tell my lawyer how you wanted all my cake
Painting pictures through the bars of the cage
Some descriptions of the hate and the change
Hate and the change, hate, hate and the change
Next time we gon' set the f*ckin' pace
Every morning I wake up to her face
Every morning I wake up to her face