Melancholy Sound
Baby we don't gotta go
Either way you look you know
Time don't stand still for long
Baby I been living wrong
Excess every night
I need moderation
Lost in Translation
I digress I digress
I want sex I need sex
Mistress in destress
I don't really cope and that's real
I just need another Advil
Mama said I'll get my ass killed
Hundred dollars says that I will (Fuck it)
Every day I'm in an off mood
Nobody I want to talk to
Everyone I know is too scared
Pitch black but I walk through (Fuck it)
Drinking in the parking lot
I remember shivering
Couldn't see the steering wheel
Sleeping in the minivan
"Jimmy, Jimmy look at me
I posted a pic again!"
Shut your mouth, take it off, make it something interesting
Listening to my family fighting for years at a time
I was Just a kid I would try to help them be peaceful and quiet
They never listened so I would lay in my bed and just cry
And then put a CD on repeat and memorize every line
Man, this fucking rap ain't a hobby, it's either do it or die
When we trap in the lobby you think we stupid and high
When you grabbing your coffee and get your suit and your tie
We see a ft that's probably fucking puking inside
Take a shit on your life
Like I'm not ruining mine
I'm only feeling alive
When I'm pursuing the grind
Already hating myself
I put the noose in a tie
I think I'm ready to die
Fuck it you could decide ('Lone)
Alone all the time, but its fine, I would probably kill somebody if they came near
And I hate little fucks when they front like they know, you would never last a day here
Get my crack in a pill, and the plug CVS, and my doc is the middle man
But the pill made me feel even worse than the last time I logged onto Instagram
If you walk to the light then we are not alike in the dark where I stand
Shawty hates on her man and she wants to forget, got a place where you can
Burn an eighth to a gram, turn the hate to a fan, turn a page to a grand
I don't make music man, music made me
Now I'm cooking undercover burning rubber to a hundred bands (Yeah)
This the type of shit I do alone because I know they'd never understand
They don't think I mean it when I tell 'em that I'm coming for 'em, but I am
She leaving cause I told her that she never gon' be happy looking for a man
She said I'm not helping, I put the pen down, said "look I'm doing what I can"
Either way you look you know
Time don't stand still for long
Baby I been living wrong
Excess every night
I need moderation
Lost in Translation
I digress I digress
I want sex I need sex
Mistress in destress
I don't really cope and that's real
I just need another Advil
Mama said I'll get my ass killed
Hundred dollars says that I will (Fuck it)
Every day I'm in an off mood
Nobody I want to talk to
Everyone I know is too scared
Pitch black but I walk through (Fuck it)
Drinking in the parking lot
I remember shivering
Couldn't see the steering wheel
Sleeping in the minivan
"Jimmy, Jimmy look at me
I posted a pic again!"
Shut your mouth, take it off, make it something interesting
Listening to my family fighting for years at a time
I was Just a kid I would try to help them be peaceful and quiet
They never listened so I would lay in my bed and just cry
And then put a CD on repeat and memorize every line
Man, this fucking rap ain't a hobby, it's either do it or die
When we trap in the lobby you think we stupid and high
When you grabbing your coffee and get your suit and your tie
We see a ft that's probably fucking puking inside
Take a shit on your life
Like I'm not ruining mine
I'm only feeling alive
When I'm pursuing the grind
Already hating myself
I put the noose in a tie
I think I'm ready to die
Fuck it you could decide ('Lone)
Alone all the time, but its fine, I would probably kill somebody if they came near
And I hate little fucks when they front like they know, you would never last a day here
Get my crack in a pill, and the plug CVS, and my doc is the middle man
But the pill made me feel even worse than the last time I logged onto Instagram
If you walk to the light then we are not alike in the dark where I stand
Shawty hates on her man and she wants to forget, got a place where you can
Burn an eighth to a gram, turn the hate to a fan, turn a page to a grand
I don't make music man, music made me
Now I'm cooking undercover burning rubber to a hundred bands (Yeah)
This the type of shit I do alone because I know they'd never understand
They don't think I mean it when I tell 'em that I'm coming for 'em, but I am
She leaving cause I told her that she never gon' be happy looking for a man
She said I'm not helping, I put the pen down, said "look I'm doing what I can"
Credits
Writer(s): James Fasulo
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