Pressure bustin’ every pipe I own Contradictions flood my flow Exhale my weed Blow out my lows The mirror sees what my eyes don’t show
It’s like I’m fighting for my soul, soul Don’t know if I could find no more, I don’t know
Have a drink Even though I shouldn’t The liquor fuels my evil thoughts Glocks and clips It’s an easy fix It feels like wrong is the only right
Evil got me questioning my patience Hold up, I just need some space Let me regain sole control of my wrongs Cause it’s all I own I’ve made it through too many storms to fold