Debt

Sick of my soul
Sick of my tone
Sick of myself

Sick of my phone
Sick of the world
Sick of your help

Sick of my soul
Sick of my tone
Sick of myself

Sick of my phone
Sick of the world
Sick of your help

We outside in the west side
You decide whats the best side
No windows on the inside
Seal deals keep it air tight

Spin wheels with the best rides
Like hot wheels made in real life
Shit you dream bout as a lil tyke
But when it gets real it ain't real life

Man I had to get a habit
At getting good at rapping
Like Larusso empty handed
I needed something to attack with
But

Don't go too long wthout getting checked
I ain't got no help man I'm so in debt
With myself

Sick of my soul
Sick of my tone
Sick of myself

Sick of my phone
Sick of the world
Sick of your help

Sick of my soul
Sick of my tone
Sick of myself

Sick of my phone
Sick of the world
Sick of your help

I'm loving it
I'm covered in
These holes I'm looking colored in
Discovering
Shit thats made before bitch you coloning

Bet you all of this
You tell people you all of it
They laughing now
You happy now
It's lookin like you got what you wanted

See its impossible to be an artist if you ain't really popping
Less you got a couple fans they think your music awful
Thats why I keep it quiet when they ask about my hobbies
I just tell em that lately shit I been working on something

The fucks a conscious rapper with no morals
I sped through life I never had the views
Making sacrifices shit its nothing new
Leave behind the you for a better point a view
Make an effort for you come to me spilling bad news

Too many damn kids in my shoes don't have role models
And can't solve problems
Til they blame themselves and say I'm

Sick of my soul
Sick of my tone
Sick of myself

Sick of my phone
Sick of the world
Sick of your help

Sick of my soul
Sick of my tone
Sick of myself

Sick of my phone
Sick of the world
Sick of your help



Credits
Writer(s): Misael Gomez
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