Zayvier
I've been feeling like I'm trapped inside a box
And the more I fuckin breathe the more my spirit start to rot
Man here you go again, bitching and complaining
You really think these people give a fuck 'bout what you sayin?
Probably not, man you fuckers do me wrong
Fucking stab me and get mad because I put it in my songs
I'm the reason some of em smile
They don't ask me what is wrong
I just fake it til I blow and pray my soul a carry on
Then why don't you just do it
Cuz of fear of what's beyond
I'm tired of being here it's where I feel I don't belong
My mother kept me near
Too bad the distance getting long
I just look into my mirror like
Mawfucker get it on
Man, fuck
They said I think you think too much
They think that I'm crazy
Is it maybe that I've seen too much
Blinded on the daily by a lady or my weeded lungs
Hiding with a smile grit my teeth and make deceiving songs
I just wanna ball
Mawfuck it if I fall
Cuz mawfucka if I rise
Then I'm shitting on you all
If I died then I'm certain all you bitches would recall about how much I fucking meant,
I ain't shit until I'm gone
Sifting through happiness and depression
Living like I can't die
But I'd kill to be in heaven
So hard to believe when you deceived by the reverend
They care about the greed, don't give a damn about the message
I've perceived the only thing that is key is your connection with belief,
Because religions misdirected
Think they given answers but I fail the fucking tests
And it's finally adding up
And that's my mother fucking testiment
I know that you fear if this your best
We crushing under pressure
Better hope you find a jet to help you fly above the weather
Fuck a plane I got my special little friends
Take a sip, take a hit
You got it wrong I smoke for fun
Nah, Quarter, see you passed that
You know it cuz you can't decline whenever someone pass that
Your running is benign, you probablyy never find a path that
Will free you from the pain eventually you will collapse
Somethings got a hold on me
Thinking to myself "how the fuck are you gon' fold on me"
Better stop this mess before they're praying on their rosaries
And the more I fuckin breathe the more my spirit start to rot
Man here you go again, bitching and complaining
You really think these people give a fuck 'bout what you sayin?
Probably not, man you fuckers do me wrong
Fucking stab me and get mad because I put it in my songs
I'm the reason some of em smile
They don't ask me what is wrong
I just fake it til I blow and pray my soul a carry on
Then why don't you just do it
Cuz of fear of what's beyond
I'm tired of being here it's where I feel I don't belong
My mother kept me near
Too bad the distance getting long
I just look into my mirror like
Mawfucker get it on
Man, fuck
They said I think you think too much
They think that I'm crazy
Is it maybe that I've seen too much
Blinded on the daily by a lady or my weeded lungs
Hiding with a smile grit my teeth and make deceiving songs
I just wanna ball
Mawfuck it if I fall
Cuz mawfucka if I rise
Then I'm shitting on you all
If I died then I'm certain all you bitches would recall about how much I fucking meant,
I ain't shit until I'm gone
Sifting through happiness and depression
Living like I can't die
But I'd kill to be in heaven
So hard to believe when you deceived by the reverend
They care about the greed, don't give a damn about the message
I've perceived the only thing that is key is your connection with belief,
Because religions misdirected
Think they given answers but I fail the fucking tests
And it's finally adding up
And that's my mother fucking testiment
I know that you fear if this your best
We crushing under pressure
Better hope you find a jet to help you fly above the weather
Fuck a plane I got my special little friends
Take a sip, take a hit
You got it wrong I smoke for fun
Nah, Quarter, see you passed that
You know it cuz you can't decline whenever someone pass that
Your running is benign, you probablyy never find a path that
Will free you from the pain eventually you will collapse
Somethings got a hold on me
Thinking to myself "how the fuck are you gon' fold on me"
Better stop this mess before they're praying on their rosaries
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Writer(s): Z D
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