Bloodshot Freestyle
(Wow, demxntia)
I just wanna know where my mind is at
It's somewhere in between being happy and sad
I wish that I could take away the pain from my friends
But everybody knows that it never ends, man
I can barely help myself, forget everyone else
Giving out advice I barely follow myself
I just wanna disappear, fuck heaven or hell
Six o'clock in the morning eyes glued to my cell
Bloodshot-red, got a pain in my head
I can never sleep, I'm making music instead
Lookin' in the mirror think I'm halfway dead
Or almost there I don't even think I care, but
Mom's gettin' worried at the habits I have
I apologize for everything in the past
Doin' fuck-shit every day, skippin' all of my classes
But I'm glad it's workin' out, let me pay you back
Every time I drop a song people ask if it's sad
And everybody spam my shit only for a collab
But I don't fuck with anybody unless you're one of my brothers
And if I barely work with them
Then why the fuck should I bother with you?
And I'm gettin' tired of all of this
Bullshit that comes with the things that I do
Fuck up my voice just to make a new
Song every day, so this dream comes true
But honestly forget all that, I can buy the shit I want
Because I'll make it back
Replace the pain with Y-3s in the triple black
Call it first-degree murder when I kill this track
Crescent moon on my wrist, I'm alive in the night
If the reaper tryna take me, I'ma put up a fight
Everybody is sus, so I keep my circle tight
Don't pretend to be my friend, and get the fuck out my sight, yuh
I just wanna know where my mind is at
It's somewhere in between being happy and sad
I wish that I could take away the pain from my friends
But everybody knows that it never ends, man
I can barely help myself, forget everyone else
Giving out advice I barely follow myself
I just wanna disappear, fuck heaven or hell
Six o'clock in the morning eyes glued to my cell
Bloodshot-red, got a pain in my head
I can never sleep, I'm making music instead
Lookin' in the mirror think I'm halfway dead
Or almost there I don't even think I care, but
Mom's gettin' worried at the habits I have
I apologize for everything in the past
Doin' fuck-shit every day, skippin' all of my classes
But I'm glad it's workin' out, let me pay you back
Every time I drop a song people ask if it's sad
And everybody spam my shit only for a collab
But I don't fuck with anybody unless you're one of my brothers
And if I barely work with them
Then why the fuck should I bother with you?
And I'm gettin' tired of all of this
Bullshit that comes with the things that I do
Fuck up my voice just to make a new
Song every day, so this dream comes true
But honestly forget all that, I can buy the shit I want
Because I'll make it back
Replace the pain with Y-3s in the triple black
Call it first-degree murder when I kill this track
Crescent moon on my wrist, I'm alive in the night
If the reaper tryna take me, I'ma put up a fight
Everybody is sus, so I keep my circle tight
Don't pretend to be my friend, and get the fuck out my sight, yuh
Credits
Writer(s): Minh Ta
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