This is what I feel (aye) This is what I am (whoa) Holding up my pipes so I don’t feel like This again (what)
This is what I feel (yuh) This is what I am (aye) Holding up my pipes so I don’t feel like This again (Aye, yuh)
Death’s scary, do you ever really think about it? Gone forever, not a thing that you can do about it I was happy, just from thought about it now I’m grounded I was livin’, now I’m frozen and my mind Is crowded I forgot about it, I’m so prone to break through
Can’t turn back
Who spank in the back room? Hold, choke, pull in like a vacuum No reach, found a beat on YouTube But I’m steady makin’ music like I’m paid to
God this beat, the shit that they buy, yuh I’ll type these words till I die I don’t want fame I’m too shy But if I blow up, I don’t mind
Never wanted, turned my face to get a better slumber So much younger than my brother, I’m a mistake I could linger on but it makes the walls shake And I quake in my boots when I crunch the numbers Or even when I think about the thought of feeling leaving Just the thought to feel enough then got me fucking screaming I’m just praying that there’s something up there after being Hopefully, I make it and converted all my demons