I wish for the sounds that are in my head

To go away, far away-away

I been busy trynna numbing them out

I been keeping them down-keeping 'em out

Looking for a different words to choke on

Got a word with the devil and he told me I'm fucked

Gun powder to the nostrils and we ballin' all night

Why in the world I gotta fall for someone that been keeping me out

And nothing tastes the same without the one you been speaking so high of

Everybody got a smile on their face 'till you put your foot in front of the other and crash land on your mistakes

Losing to my self just like another drop to the cup of sorrows

Bitch I been busy I been working it out

I been trynna find a dent then smoothing it out

I wish for the sounds that are in my head

To go away, far away-away

I been busy trynna numbing them out

I been keeping them down-keeping 'em out

Bitch I gotta keep on lifting myself up from the mud, blood and I do not fucking complain

Everybody keep on acting the same 'till you give 'em a gun and sudden bullet touches your mane

Now everybody keeps on acting the same 'till you got bag, cash stacks and you're perfect to hate

Bitch I be chilling, I vibe, I die

I break then I simply comply

I wish for the sounds that are in my head

To go away, far away-away

I been busy trynna numbing them out

I been keeping them down-keeping 'em out