ITCH (feat. Misheard)

Run up with the mac on attack

Grip 45 loaded

Send you running back

With a back brace

Back lash

Pull up with the motherfucking stick

This about to get a whole lot better

Suffer in pain

Go ahead and cry about that time you fell

Got nothing to gain

Unless your doctor says so then I wish you well

Got an itch on my back

But I can’t reach

Can’t sleep

Livin’ like I really wanna get it

But I never gonna get it

If I think about a thing or two

It takin up my time

And then it taken all my credit

But forget it

I will never go reverse to watch my past and troubles

Self-reflection on repeat so all my streams are doubled

Got the blade intact

Wanna cut my throat

Be ahead of the game

If they cut off my flow

With a woven story line

That’s fabricated lies I tell

Livin' a life in oblivious phases

I couldn’t tell the difference

Failed suicide number 9 I fell

Hit em’ with a punchline

Call me keanu

Cuz I’ve been livin’ 20 years

But 77 of my thoughts felt like a death game

Gotta stop at 4514

Cause that’s spelling out the place where I die without all the pain

All my secrets complicated made out as a lie

Friends are playing chinese whispers tryna make it simplified

Mix the words up

Make it worse

I’m boutta blow up like some dynamite

And like I said you mix it up

And nah, I might go and die

All of these walls are closing

Starting to run out of breath

Why am I one to be chosen

Feels like there's nobody left

Forcing a smile but I'm choking

Afraid that I'm asking for help

Are you able to tell that I'm broken

I just wanna feel like myself

Take it all back I just wanna see red

Pull that trigger better hope I'm dead

Mind so fucked that I'm smoking lead

Neck so tight as I pull that thread

I'm sick of everybody coming round and annoying me

While these killas come around and watch my ego destroying me

Taking a step, killing the rest

Countin' the bullets that enter your chest

Pain in my head better off dead

Waiting for demons to put me to bed

Something I said downing my meds

Can't comprehend what is roaming my head

Starting again stabbing my pen

Bleeding while watching our life through a lens

I'm sick of all this fucking shit that

Puts me to the ground

I'm hanging onto life

Before my thoughts begin to drown

I'm stumbling around

I ain't no king without my crown

This quarantine got me fucked up

Because of all this fucking lockdown