Up To Speed

Catch the fuck up soon, boy, cause I been running laps Round and round myself and I, just how the fuck you placing last? If I bring you up to speed, you still half timing on my track Uh, I'm mach five mentally, yes, I'm hurting bad I'm spinning out and my brake line's thrashed A roll cage ain't holding shit together when I crack Mm nah, I can't run this back Gotta admit, in knowing that, I'm kinda glad Sitting in this moment for what feels like years Couple decades of overthinking thought between my ears And I've thought before, "could I be wrong?" "Has this been in my head, is this really what's been going on?" And I'm deep within my subconscious Can't lose your train of thought if you ain't ever gotten it I hope I derail and hope by then I've lost it Little by little, shit just lengthening the process Family dynamics got me fucked These cycles really hard to spot And I'm not tryna be a fuckhead, just tryna make it stop And my genetics trashed my life Ain't get hit till two summertimes ago So might as well have gave my mind another fucking stop Y'all make me sick Make me sick Make me sick Y'all make me sick Make me sick Make me sick Y'all ain't doing nothing, ain't on any kind of shit How the fuck you cool with shit being just what the fuck it is? Y'all make me sick Make me sick Make me sick Y'all make me sick Make me sick Make me sick Y'all ain't doing nothing, ain't on any kind of shit How the fuck you cool with shit being just what- Catch the fuck up soon, boy, cause I been running laps Round and round myself and I, just how the fuck you placing last? If I bring you up to speed, you still half timing on my track Uh, I'm mach five mentally, yes, I'm hurting bad I'm spinning out and my brake line's thrashed A roll cage ain't holding shit together when I crack Mm nah, I can't run this back Gotta admit, in knowing that, I'm kinda glad