Fear's Interlude
I got some shit that I just can't get out my head
Never seen it in person but I keep thinking instead
It's basically when life is going on and on
And suddenly you get hit with "game over" but you can't "try it again"
I'm fucking thinking 'bout death
The ending of everybody's success
The pinnacle of possible so just try to impress
These people wanna pop at people like a pimple fuck
You gonna say when the Glock is turned to your head?
I'm fucking thinking 'bout death
Some people might ask if I'm in distress
Some other motherfuckers might think I'm even depressed
Or maybe you see people that yell about "rap is evil"
But come on brotha I just need it to vent
I'm fuckin' thinking' 'bout (Huh?)
Every movie gotta come to an end
So I decided my movie title is called "No Regrets"
I don't wanna fuck with drugs or guns or money ain't a pussy
But target's not what I want on my head
I want a family instead
I want to go somewhere that I can vent
Where I can express myself and music's doing the trick
To anybody listening I'm sick of this shit honestly
The only thought that constantly repeats up in my consciousness is... death
Never seen it in person but I keep thinking instead
It's basically when life is going on and on
And suddenly you get hit with "game over" but you can't "try it again"
I'm fucking thinking 'bout death
The ending of everybody's success
The pinnacle of possible so just try to impress
These people wanna pop at people like a pimple fuck
You gonna say when the Glock is turned to your head?
I'm fucking thinking 'bout death
Some people might ask if I'm in distress
Some other motherfuckers might think I'm even depressed
Or maybe you see people that yell about "rap is evil"
But come on brotha I just need it to vent
I'm fuckin' thinking' 'bout (Huh?)
Every movie gotta come to an end
So I decided my movie title is called "No Regrets"
I don't wanna fuck with drugs or guns or money ain't a pussy
But target's not what I want on my head
I want a family instead
I want to go somewhere that I can vent
Where I can express myself and music's doing the trick
To anybody listening I'm sick of this shit honestly
The only thought that constantly repeats up in my consciousness is... death
Credits
Writer(s): Ashton Dixon
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