i’m out of ideas, i don’t have anything to say
i got loud and adidas, don’t have a friend to my name
i said my life was exciting but even after it happened
i was hoping for more but it was all up in the [w]rappin’ i can’t
find the one i want i lost my soul in that facility
on the phone alone i didn’t know how it would feel to me
i had a pretty good guess and i was pretty much right
i could barely catch my breath and i wanted to fucking die
i perform for the sum of the five times that i
felt fully alive, belt holding me by my pipe in my
mind i can see it clearly, i can feel it kill me
put me on watch i swear to god you won’t see me.
i’m a crop of the hottest that rotted cause no one
wants a deposit inside in their vault from suicidal artists
cut the fine regards and tell me how you feel it honest
i always did so you’re a bitch that isn’t on my conscience
OHHH STOP ACTING LIKE YOU LOVE ME CAUSE
YOUUU MUST THINK THAT I’M A DUMMY BUT I’M
NOT. AND I’MMA POP A PILL IN DEFIANCE YOU SAID I
HAD A HIGH SUPPLY BUT I’MMA EAT WHAT I LIKE IM SAYIN
credits
from TRIGGER WARNING,
released July 18, 2017
Shabaam Sahdeeq - It Could Happen (Jocko Instrumental) (1996)