The Cave...Cyclops

I got money, got a family that love me
So tell me why the fuck I'm out here searching for somethin

Manufactured pressure I done placed on myself
Crumpled under the weight of goals unseen but always felt
Always felt like I never did more with less
Know the evil eye is real, but we can't help but test it
Leave the money on the floor in case they need the blessings
We gon piss off the owner, man; that shit so selfish

I'm too tired to see the demons behind me
I can hear 'em, trying to guide me
(I said don't wake that man up)
I think they got me
(I said don't wake that man up!)

I hope your therapist was right about me
I can see you; now, I'm so fucking close to catching a body
I followed you out the lobby
I'm chasing you down the alley
Got a clip of memories
They gon chew through you like some toffy
You don't even want to help yourself
I got a stake in your fall, and I'm building wealth
Crept up on you with the stealth; you gon catch this L
Be careful of all that jewelry 'cause all ice-it melts

Yeah, that paranoia got you sleeping with the burner
You feel like you can't even trust the people in your circle
This anger inside gon hurt you; you talkin' in second person
Now, you starin' at the balcony, thinking that it's a hurdle, dawg
Don't have too much to live for; beat the game by 22
Did the most in the 6, so I could have plenty of views
They'll act surprised when they hear this
To some of them, this ain't news
And still, to more, they gon hate this 'cause they just want me to lose

I've fallen under your spell, and I can't, can't, can't get out
No, I can't, can't get out



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Swann
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