Tunnel

Crudo hours got my head twisted
Never gave a fuck if I was gifted
Ignoring any opportunities
Unless they come with the poetry
I'm a stubborn clown, I was never Phoenix
I think living life is my greatest weakness
I do comedy but I think I'm being it
A friendless show yeah nobody seeing it
Sleepless nights and restless days
Got me Paranoid, all kind of ways
Delusional that be the usual
Mind was set on a funeral
I was writing y'all a goodbye
Suicidal off of med-high
Anti depressants fucking lied to me
But I'll never make momma cry for me

This shit ain't hard to write dawg it's just hard to admit
Swallowing my pride n booze, I fumble the shit
Looking at the mirror and I recognize him
Coward pup ran out of luck, it's looking real grim

Never adjusted to life sis
So Is the kid stupid for the vices?
It depends on perspective and past experience
I laugh at my pain 'cause I hate being serious
Hideous even more internally
Sparks of insanity, I got loose circuitry
Mania makes my eyes go burgundy
I know the devils prolly heard of me
Prolly a fan, I know I ain't man
I know the afterlife got a plan
Ain't no surprise in dishonesty
Self destruction is common compony
All this baggage and I got no ticket
My spirit cooked up like burnt brisket
Dry as fuck off the poor mans liquid
Wicked shit going on just listen, shhh

Graves that can exist scare me
I pray for the homies who deadly
Graves that can exist scare me
I pray for the homies who deadly
Graves that can exist scare me
I pray for the homies who deadly
Graves that can exist scare me
I pray for the homies who deadly

To all my day one homies that know me well
Yeah we been done shit, we might go to hell
We might die today, we might die tomorrow
Fuck the penalties G 'cause we live in sorrow
Always been 'round many who ain't had much
Always hung 'round with a rad bad bunch
And we plunge in the booze when we choose the vice over life
If you lucky you get back up with the right punch
'Cause Its way more then gravity that's pulling you down
kings die young, they never got to wear a crown
Ten toes now but if you never jump up and shoot your shot you might never get to leave town
Fuck a clown, this is serious shit
No more hand me down, get on your intellect shit
You know yourself best, get off that idiot shit
If you see a point player go and intersect shit

And I lose sleep, and I gain pain
Only on that looseleaf I complain
No air lane for my arcane
Still toke loose leaf, no stress for brain
And I lose sleep, and I gain pain
Only on that looseleaf I complain
No air lane for my arcane
Still toke loose leaf, no stress for brain



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Writer(s): Bratt Chavez
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