Personal (feat. Ricky Motion & Evan Crommett)

I've been searching for their praise for a minute I don't try I've been in a daze, I'm offended I won't lie Give a fuck if they didn't mean it This is my life Homie I'm takin it personal I've been drunk for 25 days a month I've been stuck for like more like 31 I'm about to face this personal Homie I'm takin it personal Thoughts all deep, drinking knob creek Rhythm off beat, living all bleek Dying' from life and my symptoms on fleek Holy water just drip on my cheek And it fall to my lips I could taste the salt From the weight and the way they talk All the doubt from what they had thought All the running' back and forth tryna pace my heart, I won't let you Mirror convos, I don't get you Thinking of all the fun that come from being simple That I just don't get to No rescue, I don't want it, I won't neck you See my head too bright Won't dull my light Don't kiss ass, I ain't even that great at eating pussy So y'all can go ahead and just push me Swallow this whiskey but never my pride I won't hide won't lie no no no no Can't walk in my shoes, but truth is I wouldn't want you to, that just might taint my soul so All I know is I don't know All that shows is what don't show All my highs are my lows yo I'm trying, what if I never fight hard enough? What if my skin, isn't golden In the shining' eyes of the chosen? I, I, hope to God I'm enough But at times, I, feel so alone and stuck I need some answers right now I've been drinking and driving the seatbelt's for pussies and clowns I put my faith in green faces But only cause none of em frown Tired of doubters and old toy vibes always putting me down Putting me down Rapper by night like I'm caped to crusade But I'm still working eight hours a day I acquaintance and she tryna date Drank fell asleep and forgot now I'm late Ironic, I wonder why I be alone Always exposing myself in these poems Wonder if certain things I can atone Ain't wanna do this shit over the phone Know that my body's your temple your home I laid it down like position is prone Invite to party don't care to go, All of my homies like fair enough, emotionally unavailable When will I feel like I've grown? I'm 25, and I still ask my momma to fold all my clothes I'm still a novice when I'm on the stove Making grilled cheese is bout all that I know Slippery slope obligated to soldier Nap sack tied to a stick on my shoulder Every day feels the same Every day feels the same Can't keep these images out of my brain I'm calling for guidance, I'm short on replies and I'm scrolling through all these names Tell me now how can I numb the pain I, I, hope to God I'm enough But at times, I, feel so alone and stuck I've been searching for their praise for a minute I don't try I've been in a daze, I'm offended I won't lie Give a fuck if they didn't mean it This is my life Homie I'm takin it personal I've been drunk for 25 days a month I've been stuck for like more like 31 I'm about to face this personal Homie I'm takin it personal Personal Personal And you fight, you're a fighter And you fight, you're a fighter And you fight, you're a fighter And you fight, you're a fighter And you fight, you're a fighter And you fight, you're a fighter And you fight, you're a fighter And you fight, you're a fighter