Mental

This curse spreads through my words I'm tired of doing my worst I wanna do and be my best Life is a test and a bitch I fuck her to death and try to ditch I fail, imprisoned with no bail Emotional scars with no stitch My life is a mess I'm trying to clean it up, while the rest I've been doing my best to confess My insecurities, this stress This impurity, through my raps i try to impress But when the press gets upset They protest these times Molest these rhymes like a crime, fuckfest I devowel (devour) these vowels Make her wet Then put her in a towel "Leave me" is what my inside voice is telling her Clean me These words are so dirty Wash me off like a squeegee, easy These girls getting flirty They all need me I might be childish but i ain't no gambino Girls be chasing after me because im apparently "Emo" The only emo i am is the sub genre Trauma Hell take I'll never be as good as Lana del rey, ayy! Better than ever Ink on the feather Finest paper Hop in a jetta Tape a seal on it Just to write this letter Im so fancy Fucking stupid panzees Trying tap me Slice your thighs and Slit your wrists, bleed like a sap tree (Forget it) I just wanna climb to the top Im ill, feel it? I'll kill it, im the realest So sick, whenever you come around, you make the fever drop! I'll work my way up, i dont give a fuck I want to get to deals from brands, fans, and grands in bands If this rap shit didn't work out Then this is the confirmation to take me off I dont start shit Call it defamation because this artist shit fell off Ruins my reputation Need validation from people? Cool, try to get it? Fool. why you try to hit it? To duel! Kill a herd Filler words make this song go without a peak Feel the urge? Make this go for a week I'm the probability You're the possibility Of the ability Move around, mobility Everytime somethings going right It feels like somethings wrong Trapped in my own facade of a song Polar opposites, obsidian Oblivious to this dark "VOID" When am i gonna get out of this oblivion " There is no other choice" Million chances, frantic You get her dry, i'm the chapstick Never new shit (wait hold on) Never knew shit Special ed, dropped from the head Teachers wouldn't do shit Momma always told me this rap music is stupid But always said if i had a ability i should use it and do shit I choose it and sing acoustics If i fail, i lose it But this new shit, if i ever stunt And do it, i would lose shit With this movement If this game is a bomb then i defuse it Whip out a q-tip wick Because i got my family's fuse lit, quick Its sad when i get mad, because its bad Because i don't get sad, i get mad All this pent up oppression that i used to never have I turn my depression into aggression, i speak facts That's what my family lacks Maybe one day, it'll hit you and you'll look back Change your mind and make a impact Via versa, so you follow my tracks Maybe try to support any one of my raps Instead of saying i'm "just like my dad" Then compare me to him, then call us both fags Then saying we're "wannabe blacks" I just wanna have admiration so bad, something i never had Saying "Revenge" is a "school threat" I never fucking pulled that Planted my seed for everyone to feed Since the deed I'm not a fool that, will do that Regardless, i'm exhausted and guardless Never wanted something to be a part, this Shit is getting way too out of proportion A little portion of it, is forced in, your mouths, silly Put a gun with a name Do the same shit with Careless of what i write Embarrassed to show you, its right to do what i have to do To show you the real truth What if I make it? What if i take it, and bank it out From my empty bank account? We made it out! For our sake, we shout We shake with clout Thats fake, no doubt All these bitches wanna play me like a board game But bitch your boring, sleeping on me, stop snoring More and more whoring, mourning these hoes in a storage Never get too attached to a bitch Cus' she gonna break your heart fast Stitch it up Then you switch shit up (Bitch enough!) (Anyway) I, Can't Do This Anymore I'll Never date a whore But i did Myself i kid, everyday But hey Trust me, it'll get better, just watch and pray Now i'm just freestyling Ayy, on- you know on the mic be wilding I'm filing Like jeffery eipstein's island Eye of Sauron That's why they call it "Eye Land" (Island) haha Yea Ayy, i'll mark you up, i got you in my targets Ayy, ayy, since the deed, everyone tryna feed Ayy, ayy, ayy, i write you, yea, gonna stitch you with a pencil Fold you up, like a pretzel Ayy, ayy, ayy I'm fucked up in the head, inside i'm dead That's why i'm so fucking mental!