Xlix (Humphrey's Revenge)
Coming live from the 49
Ride with me, baby just vibe
And I promise it'll be alright
Ride with me, baby just vibe
Yeah
Doubtful actions casting shadows all up in my memory
Everyday I wake up to my nightmare called reality
Realizing things that paint a fucking picture of my vanity
As Xanax seeps into me, I seep into insanity
Sleepless demon roaming through the streets, I can't find pain release
You took my peace of mind, I'll piece you up, and leave you obsolete
Out on the street, I'll watch you bleed, collect it for my writing ink
I'm citing things my demons speak
Use it for my philosophy
Yeah, and in conclusion
I am useless
I'm just a tool of my delusions
And in conclusion
We are useless
All tools of our delusions
Watch me escape into my darkness
Empty casket in my closet
Hollow carcass filled with sorrow
Keep a ratchet in my pocket
But this ain't for you
It is for me
In case the pain comes back again
But, then again
Did it leave?
Am I immune to suffering?
Coming live from the 49
Ride with me, baby just vibe
And I promise it'll be alright
Ride with me, baby just vibe
This the product of my conscious
The lies and all the hardships
The pain of all my losses
Long nights with narcotics
But I'm still fucking riding
New wave, no Poseidon
This that octave we reside in
This the one that Humphrey died in
My innocence is gone, its resilience was strong
This dissonance is wrong, oscillating in my bones
I'm south side grown, so I'm always getting throwed
Purple potion's what I po'
Rolling slow mo until I'm
Gone
Ride with me, baby just vibe
And I promise it'll be alright
Ride with me, baby just vibe
Yeah
Doubtful actions casting shadows all up in my memory
Everyday I wake up to my nightmare called reality
Realizing things that paint a fucking picture of my vanity
As Xanax seeps into me, I seep into insanity
Sleepless demon roaming through the streets, I can't find pain release
You took my peace of mind, I'll piece you up, and leave you obsolete
Out on the street, I'll watch you bleed, collect it for my writing ink
I'm citing things my demons speak
Use it for my philosophy
Yeah, and in conclusion
I am useless
I'm just a tool of my delusions
And in conclusion
We are useless
All tools of our delusions
Watch me escape into my darkness
Empty casket in my closet
Hollow carcass filled with sorrow
Keep a ratchet in my pocket
But this ain't for you
It is for me
In case the pain comes back again
But, then again
Did it leave?
Am I immune to suffering?
Coming live from the 49
Ride with me, baby just vibe
And I promise it'll be alright
Ride with me, baby just vibe
This the product of my conscious
The lies and all the hardships
The pain of all my losses
Long nights with narcotics
But I'm still fucking riding
New wave, no Poseidon
This that octave we reside in
This the one that Humphrey died in
My innocence is gone, its resilience was strong
This dissonance is wrong, oscillating in my bones
I'm south side grown, so I'm always getting throwed
Purple potion's what I po'
Rolling slow mo until I'm
Gone
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Writer(s): Jackson Speets
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