Not Doing Well
Yuh
I'm not doing well nigga
This real life mayne
Check me
The world is so cold it made me a beast
But I treat my beauty like Belle
For her, I fell
I really hope she don't bail
Probably should say how I feel
Probably should say how I felt
When she said she want no one else
I hold her just like a cell
I really wanted some tail
She want me to tell
I keep it all to myself
Sit in my room and I dwell
On how to propel myself out of this spell
How in the hell
Am I supposed to give her some hope, man
When I'm feeling hopeless myself
Glock on the shelf
I dare a nigga to try me
That's gon' be the last time he fail
Drop him with shells
Been getting letters from the Devil
When I be checking the mail
Feels like I'm locked up in jail
Feels like I'm rotting in Hell
Feel I've forgotten myself
Feels like I'm not gon' excel
So I'm prompted to yell
I just smoke pot cuz it helps
And fuck the cops fuck 12
If anxiety was wealth
I would be straight but that ain't the case
So I'm not doing well, nigga
Feels like I'm not gon' excel
So I'm prompted to yell
I just smoke pot cuz it helps
If anxiety was wealth
I would be straight but that ain't the case
So I'm not doing well, nigga
Sleep paralysis hallucinations be increased now
Demons come and creep now
So I don't ever sleep now
But my day's mementos
Give me stories to speak bout
Like when I played Nintendo 64 with Enock
I still ain't found my inner peace
My moral compass steer me wrong
I hope they remember me
When my last breath gets drawn
Love her to infinity
Yeah I hope you hear it Mom
I can use your energy
Alone to form the Spirit Bomb
Me and my sister coexist when we hit a bong
Or smoke blunts
Otherwise we don't get along
I could sell a million copies
Up in record stores
Bet my Grandpa would still tell me to get a job
Feels like I'm tryna move forward
On a checkerboard
You hear the aftermath of that
When I'm rapping songs
So much shit on my mind
My fucking neck it sore
I'm not doing well
I'm craving your deliverance, Lord
I hope they remember me
When my last breath gets drawn
I'm not doing well
I'm craving your deliverance, Lord
I'm not doing well nigga
This real life mayne
Check me
The world is so cold it made me a beast
But I treat my beauty like Belle
For her, I fell
I really hope she don't bail
Probably should say how I feel
Probably should say how I felt
When she said she want no one else
I hold her just like a cell
I really wanted some tail
She want me to tell
I keep it all to myself
Sit in my room and I dwell
On how to propel myself out of this spell
How in the hell
Am I supposed to give her some hope, man
When I'm feeling hopeless myself
Glock on the shelf
I dare a nigga to try me
That's gon' be the last time he fail
Drop him with shells
Been getting letters from the Devil
When I be checking the mail
Feels like I'm locked up in jail
Feels like I'm rotting in Hell
Feel I've forgotten myself
Feels like I'm not gon' excel
So I'm prompted to yell
I just smoke pot cuz it helps
And fuck the cops fuck 12
If anxiety was wealth
I would be straight but that ain't the case
So I'm not doing well, nigga
Feels like I'm not gon' excel
So I'm prompted to yell
I just smoke pot cuz it helps
If anxiety was wealth
I would be straight but that ain't the case
So I'm not doing well, nigga
Sleep paralysis hallucinations be increased now
Demons come and creep now
So I don't ever sleep now
But my day's mementos
Give me stories to speak bout
Like when I played Nintendo 64 with Enock
I still ain't found my inner peace
My moral compass steer me wrong
I hope they remember me
When my last breath gets drawn
Love her to infinity
Yeah I hope you hear it Mom
I can use your energy
Alone to form the Spirit Bomb
Me and my sister coexist when we hit a bong
Or smoke blunts
Otherwise we don't get along
I could sell a million copies
Up in record stores
Bet my Grandpa would still tell me to get a job
Feels like I'm tryna move forward
On a checkerboard
You hear the aftermath of that
When I'm rapping songs
So much shit on my mind
My fucking neck it sore
I'm not doing well
I'm craving your deliverance, Lord
I hope they remember me
When my last breath gets drawn
I'm not doing well
I'm craving your deliverance, Lord
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Writer(s): Avery Wicker
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