Dark days

Long nights

Lost ways

It’s alright

It’s the counter productive

Self destructive

Fuckin fuck It

Change the mutha fuckin subject

I’m the suspect

That no one will object

I mean the subject that no one will protect

XShe’s so obsessed

That’s why she’s upset

Lavish livin lately lady gotta cut that

I’m no controller

Imma roller

Coaster as coaster my toxins I’m getting closer

Its ironic cuz I’m black and blackin out

Actin out through the Passover till I’m passing out

This the route

That I was given

Superstitious my visions been caught up in a prisom

Or in a prison

That I made myself

Natural to factor-the fact that I might hate myself

Sometimes I ain’t myself

Sometimes I’m lost yea

I sip the sauce and ask the devil what’s the cost yea

Dark days

Long nights

Lost ways

It’s alright

I’m runnin n runnin might get me a bunion

Im running from nothin or gunnin for somethin

I love how I’m cuttin to keep it a hunnit

I might be a freak eat beats like nothin

It’s nothin it’s nothin I’m use to this stuntin

It’s not in discussion I’m gonna be something

You frontin you frontin you **** is nothin

He think that you better than me than he Buggin

You not nice at rappin just cuz you be thuggin

Iplay the beat back till I come up with somethin

Im illa I’m illa I’m playin the villain

I don’t gotta ceiling I’m makin a killin

I think imma killem to get me a feelin

I’m not into neiling I’m real into pealing

I’m pealing the layers till I get a feelin

I’m fillin I’m fillin I’m fillin my cup

It just ain’t enough I’ve been gone off the stuff

I’ve been lookin for love in the back of the cup

I mean lookin for love in the back of the club

I mean I’m lookin for love but I can’t get enough

No It ain’t adding up

No it ain’t enough

I feel I been runnin on love

It’s wigs