Next Stop Hell

Next stop hell
When did attention become the meaning of life
Begging for a mention or a meaningless like
Do you see the tention like this feeling ain't right
Worried that the next one might be Stealing lime light
Knowing that progression means a post every night
Feeling this frustration as it builds up inside
Maybe this obsession is why I missed on a wife,
I swear im never taking off Like I missed My flight

Fuck this aint right all I do is grind but my wrist still light and my pockets tight
Instead I'm 25, tuggin my cock at night thinkin of tits and thighs, and getting high but in my mind
Too many girls man I'm feeling like a pimp
Too many lines like a pimp my dick limp My room stinks
She taking off her clothes asks what I think
I don't think shit but I gotta admit

I always felt like a rockstar
But my confidence has been knocked hard
And now my goals have never felt so far
(Dream a dream of tours money bad bitches and cars)

I'm too arragant to kill of myself
Not before the wealth
When everybody has been copping album one through twelve
And everybody has a copy of my book on their shelf
I'll sneak off like stealth
Then it's next stop hell

I might be loud and honest
But that doesn't mean I'm proud I promise

Cause I'm Feeling dread over what's been said
But I'm out of meds, fucking off my head, failing every test
My chests as heavy lead, mattress covered in sweat, this stress I'm seeing red, distessed call the feds
Cause I wish I was dead man I wish I was dead
I need to get of bed
Sometimes it seems my ambissions are distant
And even moving from this positions a mission

I always felt like a rockstar
But my confidence has been knocked hard
And now my goals have never felt so far
(Dream a dream of tours money bad bitches and cars)

Check check check check your phone
Have your followers Dipped or grown?