THESE DAYS

(It is easy to kill for somebody)

(But how many are ready to die?)

These days

You really the worst

I could flip the fucking script

And i could put you in a hearse

These days

You really the worst

I could turn the knob to a 100

I know what can make u hurt

Dont test me

(let go of my hand, let go of my hand, let go of my hand)

Dont test me

(let go of my hand, let go of my hand, let go of my hand)

You do way too much

My restraint needs a peace prize

Discretion's at the cusp

It ain’t envy flaring up

The jury feels fury

cos your actions seem out of touch

Tossin and turning

My pride purges, my shame throws up

Cussin and cursing

Might just elevate the ego much

Carryin it like a torch

From my forefathers,

i been swaddled,

embraced generational anger like a hug

You like the way i joke,

You hate it when i cry

You like when i give my most

And you hate it when i sigh

Why i do not feel love on this side?

I do not feel any love on this side

To be the bigger person

Since a child

One thing’s for certain, i can not go buck wild

Bottom of a liquor bottle this frustration

hides

One thing’s for certain, the last thing i can do is confide

These days

You really the worst

I could flip the fucking script

And i could put you in a hearse

These days

You really the worst

I could turn the knob to a 100

I know what can make u hurt

Dont test me

( let go of my hand, let go of my hand, let go of my hand)

Dont test me

( let go of my hand, let go of my hand, let go of my hand)