Thought I hit the fuckin ceiling, but the sentiment on franklin, burn this bitch up to it’s nothing

Pop a pill, until I get, got the fuck up out my feeling, but left me kinda dead, I ain’t have no fucking feeling, Couldn’t feel my situation, so I fucked my demonstration, left me fucked up feeling crazy

Years later

All my feelings contemplative

Like what happen, very hazy

Lost a lot a fucking people

Wit a rack of speculation

Man they hated, wasn’t clear

Now I get it, fuck a pill

Shouldn’t broke a fucking seal

But you prolly won’t hear this

And that’s really fuckin fine

Separation left you jaded

Got you acting like mime

So I’m finish wasting time

Gotta get this fucking bag

For I end up in a bag

Wit a fucking toe tag

I ain’t fucking wit dat movement

Changed the pain into gains

H

Rolled up another

Hold up can’t function

Fuck in this blunt

I’m feeling nothing

Now I’m focus on the gains got me feeling kinda evel, told you **** it was lethal, Danny Glover, always been a different ****, I ain’t wit the same shit, always on a another move

I ain’t with the lame shit

Ain’t got shit to prove

Never worried bout the next

Cause my life been kinda crazy

Caught me loafing, not again

I ain’t ready for the dirt

I ain’t fucking wit the hurst

Swear my life it been a curse

Filled wit too much repetition

Had to break that fucking cycle

Even though it was too late

Fuck fate

But I gotta keep it moving

For I really fucking lose it

Lucid

Nights

Had me rolling up a Lucy

Iont even do he ciggs

And I can’t fucking lie

Dancing wit the devil

Had me clinging to the past

Savage in the mental

Got me thinking life a drag

Standing in the middle

Thinking what the fucking it was