Red Handed (feat. Naut)

Watch me trip over my own shit as I sprint towards the door Ain't no yellow brick road no more Know you wanna go home Hold my hand if you wanna But know tomorrow is no better The first step is admittance And I don't know wanna recover In the general admission I smell like cheap marijuana In the back of the caravan Man that look like my momma's Staring back at the mirror Eyes baggy as sinus infection This shit started as art Looks like I switched my intentions On the same sidewalk You still won't stop talking About crossing Disregard the other side of the street You might get flattened Not left in the dark But really was I left with Son of an angel I eat my feelings for breakfast Got a list of complaints that make me look like a child And a novel of thanks I'll list in front of my album If I'm out of small talk Its cause I don't go out much Muster up strength If pain allow For someone who would never Lift a finger for a stranger or a neighbor Getting pretty good at pointing the blame I'm working on my aim More concerned with that than anything For someone who would never lift a finger For a favor for a friend Caught me red handed once again I can't seem to find the balance in this Watched the feeling fade Felt as integrity followed Can't find my face in the mirror I spot the shape in the shadow That mean I'm basically better But the lines still blurry Look through every last pixel This picture don't have a story Bought into it unknowingly Hoping that I could hold it Fell through my fingers Materialistic moments Only captured for the show off Take my own go at coping The long road certain But the shortcut I ain't sure of Problem is the pay Been living day to day job Went from colored in to gray To scraping shit off plastic plates I've been putting on that makeup I don't know that it'll stay I've watched it get washed As I stood in the rain Everyday I'm at the mantel I still manage to complain Would never say the vice Has to do with the vase