A Consistent Problem
Life is changing constantly, I can't keep up with the crowd
Find it strange so I find sleep and hide away, make no sounds
Dream of ways to bust the scene but my brain keeps letting me down
Guess patience is the key
Will I make it before I drown
Try
Your doubt questions why
Became complacent
Slowed down my pace when I found some space to breathe
It seems I'm wasting time seeking comforts when I got all I need
What I define essential is; caffeine, a mastered beat, and weed, a couch, and bed at least to escape life with sleep.
I've distanced with a purpose of protecting what is close to me
I hope I got the strength to follow through not play the enemy
It's easy to lose sight just realize that all your motives speak louder then your mouth if you're caught slipping
Get called out you're weak
So try
You doubt why
Bearing witness to a thousand bitches claiming they run business with a gat
Aye brains splat
Copping disses from these prick and kids who think there shit is where it's at
I fucking doubt that
When you stu-stu-stutter guess it's rhythm that you're missing
Come to me if you wanna learn to rap
Crack got jaw swinging
Even though you're dinging all the beats are missed and I ain't ever fucking with a rat
Dropped the ball thinking bout the odds of falling, guess I'll crawl next morning
Mission being that I'll never crack
Under all dealings feeling that I'm bawling but in both senses
Guess I need a strap up on my back
For the haul wheeling up my sack of balls
Keeling over cause I heard my vertebrae go snap
Is the law real? And will I ever fit in gotta sit out listening ticking to the time I attack
All you fuckers
Stab stab
Got the colour of red cause I fucked her in the head with my cutter
Like the bread and the butter
When she spreads I start to shudder
On her meds
My heart flutters
Switch the bed; hello Mama
Mother?
Got the show cranking
Guess it goes to show banking on my skills alone thanking that I'll never fold
Filled a mold taking other skills and tones, making something that's my own - gotta push it cause it's gold
On the road, spanking on my bacon bone, on my phone shaking snakey cause he's feeling kinda cold
Will I burn out and take a job that's basic - Christ I fucking hate it
Gotta keep my head up in the zone
Life is changing constantly, I can't keep up with the crowd
Find it strange so I find sleep and hide away, make no sounds
Dream of ways to bust the scene but my brain keeps letting me down
Guess patience is the key
Will I make it before I drown
Try
Your doubt questions why
Find it strange so I find sleep and hide away, make no sounds
Dream of ways to bust the scene but my brain keeps letting me down
Guess patience is the key
Will I make it before I drown
Try
Your doubt questions why
Became complacent
Slowed down my pace when I found some space to breathe
It seems I'm wasting time seeking comforts when I got all I need
What I define essential is; caffeine, a mastered beat, and weed, a couch, and bed at least to escape life with sleep.
I've distanced with a purpose of protecting what is close to me
I hope I got the strength to follow through not play the enemy
It's easy to lose sight just realize that all your motives speak louder then your mouth if you're caught slipping
Get called out you're weak
So try
You doubt why
Bearing witness to a thousand bitches claiming they run business with a gat
Aye brains splat
Copping disses from these prick and kids who think there shit is where it's at
I fucking doubt that
When you stu-stu-stutter guess it's rhythm that you're missing
Come to me if you wanna learn to rap
Crack got jaw swinging
Even though you're dinging all the beats are missed and I ain't ever fucking with a rat
Dropped the ball thinking bout the odds of falling, guess I'll crawl next morning
Mission being that I'll never crack
Under all dealings feeling that I'm bawling but in both senses
Guess I need a strap up on my back
For the haul wheeling up my sack of balls
Keeling over cause I heard my vertebrae go snap
Is the law real? And will I ever fit in gotta sit out listening ticking to the time I attack
All you fuckers
Stab stab
Got the colour of red cause I fucked her in the head with my cutter
Like the bread and the butter
When she spreads I start to shudder
On her meds
My heart flutters
Switch the bed; hello Mama
Mother?
Got the show cranking
Guess it goes to show banking on my skills alone thanking that I'll never fold
Filled a mold taking other skills and tones, making something that's my own - gotta push it cause it's gold
On the road, spanking on my bacon bone, on my phone shaking snakey cause he's feeling kinda cold
Will I burn out and take a job that's basic - Christ I fucking hate it
Gotta keep my head up in the zone
Life is changing constantly, I can't keep up with the crowd
Find it strange so I find sleep and hide away, make no sounds
Dream of ways to bust the scene but my brain keeps letting me down
Guess patience is the key
Will I make it before I drown
Try
Your doubt questions why
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Writer(s): Seth-li Civic
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