SICK OV IT (feat. ParKlurker)
Guarding these feelings
All in my head
I wish that I could've said
I wish that I could've did
Something more violent instead
Load up the clip
Go head and click
Another man killed
Dead on the field
Sometimes man I wish that
I could just do what I feel
I'm so sick and
Tired of the ville
I need way out
For real
Don't want my feed
My temptation
My demons keep taking
I'm digging my grave in
Surrounded by ravens
And satan he waiting
Man he gon need patience
4 7 ronin
I'm Born on the 11
Fuck is you thinking
I came from no heaven
We immigrant childen
Ain't got the same type of pigment
Sick of it
Thoughts of you don't wanna think of it
Mind body soul took a hindering
Impending doom always lingering
Look in my eyes you can see that
I'm scarred
Look in the mirror and
I lost par
Numb to the feeling I lost that spark
I saw the light then woke up to the dark
YUH
Held accountable
I do not fuck around with the bull
Seeking a place where I'm comfortable
Abusing consumptions non-functional
Lost in abyss
Back in a void that I never had missed
Insomniac reaching out for some bliss
Trying to contain it I'm twisting a spliff
Live with the pain wishing I don't exist
Trapped in this life I don't see an exit
Like Vicky rose nigga lit as a bitch
Blade in my bag a young nigga equipped
Essential like oils I came with the drip
I pull it out and your body'll rip
I see you slipping c'mon get a grip
All in my head
I wish that I could've said
I wish that I could've did
Something more violent instead
Load up the clip
Go head and click
Another man killed
Dead on the field
Sometimes man I wish that
I could just do what I feel
I'm so sick and
Tired of the ville
I need way out
For real
Don't want my feed
My temptation
My demons keep taking
I'm digging my grave in
Surrounded by ravens
And satan he waiting
Man he gon need patience
4 7 ronin
I'm Born on the 11
Fuck is you thinking
I came from no heaven
We immigrant childen
Ain't got the same type of pigment
Sick of it
Thoughts of you don't wanna think of it
Mind body soul took a hindering
Impending doom always lingering
Look in my eyes you can see that
I'm scarred
Look in the mirror and
I lost par
Numb to the feeling I lost that spark
I saw the light then woke up to the dark
YUH
Held accountable
I do not fuck around with the bull
Seeking a place where I'm comfortable
Abusing consumptions non-functional
Lost in abyss
Back in a void that I never had missed
Insomniac reaching out for some bliss
Trying to contain it I'm twisting a spliff
Live with the pain wishing I don't exist
Trapped in this life I don't see an exit
Like Vicky rose nigga lit as a bitch
Blade in my bag a young nigga equipped
Essential like oils I came with the drip
I pull it out and your body'll rip
I see you slipping c'mon get a grip
Credits
Writer(s): Jafri Sobhan
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