Vibe Check
Yelling dumb shit like it's a mic check
Get it off my mind, I need a vibe check
Murder these beats leave a fine wreck
I'm writing these bars on my paycheck
Look in my eyes, I don't want less
You tell me these lies like I'm mindless
I'm wearing my pride on a headdress
I'm chained to this world by the necklace
Lucifer sent me his address
Passing right by gave me madness
Hit you with cyanide sadness
Cannibals masked by the kindness
Still hear the voice say I ain't the one
Got these visions of myself with the gun
Running out of words, drying out in the sun
How can I have dreams if I remember none?
Staying in my lane since it all begun
Suspense aint the same when you're on the run
I'm scared to admit that I might become
The one thing I swore that I won't succumb
Mess with the toxins, no serotonin
2 oxycontins at 2 in the morning
Trapped in the thrill often feeling obnoxious
She called me daddy, I called her adoption
Organs are rotten, grass in the pockets
My head be bobbin, eyes out the sockets
Knowing the process, pain into profits
Empty the wallet, they call me a prophet
When all the benefit I get is fringe progress
And suffering every time that I confess
The pen turns in a knife, ink is what I bleed
I gave it my life, now give me what I need
Give me what I need
Give my life now give me what I need
Smoking this blunt so my mind is freed
See me in the front, blazing all this weed
Find me on the hunt, all these demons that I feed
Making up false fiction the downfall
Won't make up lies in hopes for one call
Stoned in couch, the only time I ball
In my bed, late night alone I crawl
Alone around these 4 walls
Waking up with no text no calls
Consequence for being stuck in deep way too long
Pain makes money and I just want mine gone
Faked me out, now she call my bluff
No way out, I'm stuck in the rough
Strong poker pace, 2 sided face
it's my life now I know you're not amazed
After all I guess I don't have no choice
This game ain't leaving you with no voice
Unless you already on top you can't be real
Unless its pain, no one cares how you feel
Is any of this real, I'm only tryna heal
By writing down, seal what I truly feel
I really wish all of this was a drill
So I could try and get rid of all of my bills
Lucifer called me for this banger
Said me and Wilson get together
Trust myself, Satan behind the wheel
Feeding sounds to Brock se he can feel
Said if we passed the vibe check, we might be on to the sunset
Don't worry about no check (yeah)
Get it off my mind, I need a vibe check
Murder these beats leave a fine wreck
I'm writing these bars on my paycheck
Look in my eyes, I don't want less
You tell me these lies like I'm mindless
I'm wearing my pride on a headdress
I'm chained to this world by the necklace
Lucifer sent me his address
Passing right by gave me madness
Hit you with cyanide sadness
Cannibals masked by the kindness
Still hear the voice say I ain't the one
Got these visions of myself with the gun
Running out of words, drying out in the sun
How can I have dreams if I remember none?
Staying in my lane since it all begun
Suspense aint the same when you're on the run
I'm scared to admit that I might become
The one thing I swore that I won't succumb
Mess with the toxins, no serotonin
2 oxycontins at 2 in the morning
Trapped in the thrill often feeling obnoxious
She called me daddy, I called her adoption
Organs are rotten, grass in the pockets
My head be bobbin, eyes out the sockets
Knowing the process, pain into profits
Empty the wallet, they call me a prophet
When all the benefit I get is fringe progress
And suffering every time that I confess
The pen turns in a knife, ink is what I bleed
I gave it my life, now give me what I need
Give me what I need
Give my life now give me what I need
Smoking this blunt so my mind is freed
See me in the front, blazing all this weed
Find me on the hunt, all these demons that I feed
Making up false fiction the downfall
Won't make up lies in hopes for one call
Stoned in couch, the only time I ball
In my bed, late night alone I crawl
Alone around these 4 walls
Waking up with no text no calls
Consequence for being stuck in deep way too long
Pain makes money and I just want mine gone
Faked me out, now she call my bluff
No way out, I'm stuck in the rough
Strong poker pace, 2 sided face
it's my life now I know you're not amazed
After all I guess I don't have no choice
This game ain't leaving you with no voice
Unless you already on top you can't be real
Unless its pain, no one cares how you feel
Is any of this real, I'm only tryna heal
By writing down, seal what I truly feel
I really wish all of this was a drill
So I could try and get rid of all of my bills
Lucifer called me for this banger
Said me and Wilson get together
Trust myself, Satan behind the wheel
Feeding sounds to Brock se he can feel
Said if we passed the vibe check, we might be on to the sunset
Don't worry about no check (yeah)
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Writer(s): Simon Gravel
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