States
How does it feel to be young?
Getting your foot in the door
Greeting the ones who will own
Now your sorry ass is up
You tell yourself you're better
Minus the fucking bad taste
Might as well dip
No way's a go, I've seen it for myself
You can't tell me no, I've been there
Losing my sack, crackhead offered me crack
You can't tell me no, I've been there
I don't want little demons in my hands
Fucking up everything I've ever known
I looked everywhere, everything is gone
I'm left in a state where the air suppresses me
Trap cycles trap, we are lost up till four in the morn'
You can't tell me to grow, I've been scared
Leaving out back, lined up to get shot down
You can't tell me to grow, I've been scared
(Gave it all to you
Who cares about the past?)
Momma just called and I didn't have shit to say
Sometimes I hit the hay without asking about her day
And I try my best to keep the food on the plate
And a lot's happened lately that I've been in a confusional state
Though I still be looking for ways to explain to myself
And the cards I've dealt
All the shit I've felt
All the times I was alone 'cause I ain't seek any help
I'm at a freak show state of mind and soon as the week's over I just smoke and pine
See, the weed doesn't heal inside anymore
It just numbs what I'm trying to hide from the folks for a minute
Old and thinning, only 20 but I'm feeling finished
Rushing through shit just to cop a feeling
And the ceiling looking prettier to me
Be good if I hook this body to it
Now what's the logic to this?
Seems like the more I learn, there ain't an honest gesture to it
Invested in depression 'cause all this knowledge is useless
Truth is, I'm a byproduct, a nuisance
Not intended but still the one for you
Shit
Will I love myself tomorrow?
If I feel him
If I let him pull me down again
You'll let him put me down again
Never put it out again
Never leave the house again
Getting your foot in the door
Greeting the ones who will own
Now your sorry ass is up
You tell yourself you're better
Minus the fucking bad taste
Might as well dip
No way's a go, I've seen it for myself
You can't tell me no, I've been there
Losing my sack, crackhead offered me crack
You can't tell me no, I've been there
I don't want little demons in my hands
Fucking up everything I've ever known
I looked everywhere, everything is gone
I'm left in a state where the air suppresses me
Trap cycles trap, we are lost up till four in the morn'
You can't tell me to grow, I've been scared
Leaving out back, lined up to get shot down
You can't tell me to grow, I've been scared
(Gave it all to you
Who cares about the past?)
Momma just called and I didn't have shit to say
Sometimes I hit the hay without asking about her day
And I try my best to keep the food on the plate
And a lot's happened lately that I've been in a confusional state
Though I still be looking for ways to explain to myself
And the cards I've dealt
All the shit I've felt
All the times I was alone 'cause I ain't seek any help
I'm at a freak show state of mind and soon as the week's over I just smoke and pine
See, the weed doesn't heal inside anymore
It just numbs what I'm trying to hide from the folks for a minute
Old and thinning, only 20 but I'm feeling finished
Rushing through shit just to cop a feeling
And the ceiling looking prettier to me
Be good if I hook this body to it
Now what's the logic to this?
Seems like the more I learn, there ain't an honest gesture to it
Invested in depression 'cause all this knowledge is useless
Truth is, I'm a byproduct, a nuisance
Not intended but still the one for you
Shit
Will I love myself tomorrow?
If I feel him
If I let him pull me down again
You'll let him put me down again
Never put it out again
Never leave the house again
Credits
Writer(s): Barefoot Gen
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