Addlerall (feat. Scuare)

She was my bank of insecurities I was a bag of immaturity She was the Vicodin curing me Yo, why do I make this shit sound like a eulogy? They were the badges of my purity But they became the barriers skewing me From the path that I chose willingly And still, my wrath weakens me currently But I've got a goal, so I can't waste time Man, I've got to go, crossing obstacles Not for profits or products from a Prada store Nor pride or a prize like a pot of gold My daddy went to Oxford He made a lot of money He thinks I've used him for it That's what he's told my mommy And that's what mommy told me when I told her that I'm leaving to America Pursuing my dreams, your son's a demon But I ain't mad at y'all, we're incompatible Choking on the Adderall Smoking dope, the grass is tall Weaponized delusion til the truth is hard to recognize Spinning it out of control, beholden to this web of lies Peter Parker picked the path, now pay the toll Paint a proper picture packaged by the promise in a soul Pat the pockets, pack the bowl, then back to practicing, to grow The passion acting like it's rationed, that's a tad irrational But that's the goal In fact, it's half the actual Battle, get up, rattle off a billion little addled thoughts till it's over Make a spot to wind down Break it off of right now and get closer To building bridges from the bricks of the decisions that exist But it's no sure Things sing songs about the same dreams long before we came Seems all these labels playing with the psyche The fortitude that's forged is due to facing the unlikely Shit, I don't even know what that means Yeah, that's all I got to say