Nothin' to Do (feat. Pablo)
I thought I was misunderstood
Really I never understood myself
To busy making excuses to actually do shit and actually improve my health
I was vindictive and ignorant
I hated feminists cause I thought they hated men
Really just hate for myself and pride that was too big to swallow
A hollow shell of what I thought was myself
Grandfathers dead
Everytime I think of him and I drown in regret
Cause I barely met him, I was so stupid as a kid
Gazing at the fence
My face in cement
Attempted to blame it
Fuck
Attempted to blame it on them knowing that wasn't it
I guess I knew I was at fault but then I couldn't stomach it
From there on did was grow and now I'm running shit
From there on did was grow and now I'm running shit, bitch
What's the point of moving if you aint got a crew
What's the point of living if there's nothing to do
Not so cool with the man in my shoes
There's some people that I trust but, I don't know who
Too much on my plate
So i'm moving at my own pace
I've been staring at the devil with a stone face
Am I safe enough to be home alone with a switchblade
Life crooked, so I hand stitched it straight
then they ripped it apart
And they ripped it up hard
Now i'm piecing it up, cause I'm cryptic with my art
They aligning stars, just to make me feel guilty
I ain't make it too far, from where I was guarded
I grabbed the sharpest thorns in my garden
I almost gave up it, but it was a close margin
I never said sorry what I did, or what I started
I got blood on my hands, not for the fainthearted
Used to being alone, in fact I made some friends
Hard to pretend, I found myself fuckin making amends
Try and fill a hole in the price I spent
Was losing half a family, I meant no offense
Used to want the diamonds and the glistening neck
Now I want my homies, ride or die till the end
And I'm putting fire on the paper and pen
Got a fishbowl strapped to the top of my head
Really miss the days we would go out and play
Everything was simple, everything's okay
No way, no way, no way, no way, okay
What's the point of moving if you aint got a crew
What's the point of living if there's nothing to do, aye
Not so cool with the man in my shoes
There's some people that I trust but, I don't know who, aye
What's the point of moving if you aint got a crew
What's the point of living if there's nothing to do
Not so cool with the man in my shoes
There's some people that I trust but, I don't know who, aye
Really I never understood myself
To busy making excuses to actually do shit and actually improve my health
I was vindictive and ignorant
I hated feminists cause I thought they hated men
Really just hate for myself and pride that was too big to swallow
A hollow shell of what I thought was myself
Grandfathers dead
Everytime I think of him and I drown in regret
Cause I barely met him, I was so stupid as a kid
Gazing at the fence
My face in cement
Attempted to blame it
Fuck
Attempted to blame it on them knowing that wasn't it
I guess I knew I was at fault but then I couldn't stomach it
From there on did was grow and now I'm running shit
From there on did was grow and now I'm running shit, bitch
What's the point of moving if you aint got a crew
What's the point of living if there's nothing to do
Not so cool with the man in my shoes
There's some people that I trust but, I don't know who
Too much on my plate
So i'm moving at my own pace
I've been staring at the devil with a stone face
Am I safe enough to be home alone with a switchblade
Life crooked, so I hand stitched it straight
then they ripped it apart
And they ripped it up hard
Now i'm piecing it up, cause I'm cryptic with my art
They aligning stars, just to make me feel guilty
I ain't make it too far, from where I was guarded
I grabbed the sharpest thorns in my garden
I almost gave up it, but it was a close margin
I never said sorry what I did, or what I started
I got blood on my hands, not for the fainthearted
Used to being alone, in fact I made some friends
Hard to pretend, I found myself fuckin making amends
Try and fill a hole in the price I spent
Was losing half a family, I meant no offense
Used to want the diamonds and the glistening neck
Now I want my homies, ride or die till the end
And I'm putting fire on the paper and pen
Got a fishbowl strapped to the top of my head
Really miss the days we would go out and play
Everything was simple, everything's okay
No way, no way, no way, no way, okay
What's the point of moving if you aint got a crew
What's the point of living if there's nothing to do, aye
Not so cool with the man in my shoes
There's some people that I trust but, I don't know who, aye
What's the point of moving if you aint got a crew
What's the point of living if there's nothing to do
Not so cool with the man in my shoes
There's some people that I trust but, I don't know who, aye
Credits
Writer(s): Hunter Phelps, Michael Hardy
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