Pinnacle

I hit the pinnacle of pride

Open my eyes

To seventeen women wake up and open my blinds

A suicidal catastrophe

Stand atop of my blasphemy

Fuck the world man it's actually

Stupid how I can actually do this

No regret

Take the cap off of my head and wipe the sweat

Man I just gotta keep practicing I guess

Get independent get depressed

And try to cut my throat again

But instead I mix the blood with the ink

And it depend

On the way I'm feeling maybe chilling

Maybe want to be a villain

Maybe wanna flip the fucking clock

Cause the time is killing

Precious minutes

And I'm feeling like a center fielder

Every time I might catch a break

I'm on the fence

And every time I'm about to score

I'm on defense

And every time I think that I'm bored she drop her pants

Hop in bed and chill and talk and if I'm lucky get some head

And instantly I'm better what a feeling god damn

Man I'm still messing round with the wordplay

My voice a little froggy had biology on Thursday

I'm picking up the pace

Remember mama's got some mace

I'm way too good for second place

Why can't I get to second base

I'm a damn good player

And I'm sitting on the bench

Whenever I do make a catch

Man she always on the fence

Do I love it it depends on whether ink and instrumentals

Turn my life into a sin

I pry the precious power pulling from the claws of early death

Man my wordy stress is dirty

I'm learning less about it now than I ever learned by myself

Chilling up on the shelf

Observing watch them all do well

It's hurting breaking me down but

I don't need nobody's help