No Chaser
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch
I can't stop thinking bout my problems
I can't stop thinking bout my problems
I can't stop thinking bout my mothafucken problems, bitch
Fuck sleep
I can't stop thinking 'bout my problems
I should be in therapy
Instead, I write raps that never fucken solve em
I'm evolving
I am broken
Life was sweet
But then she cut me open
Today got no focus
I swear yesterday was golden
I'm so deep in my addictions
I been feening
I been smoking
I been dreaming
I been joking
Hate when people think I'm stupid
But I play the part
I cut my wrists up
When I'm making art
I try my best to keep it real
The critics make it hard
Got these health issues I ain't talking to the public 'bout
Hate this depression
I just gotta write it out
Ain't got shit to lie about
I been fighting demons for no reason
This shit treason
People so fucken fake
I can't believe it, makes me sick
Wanna use me for my fame
Shit on my name
Go suck a dick
I don't trust no one
Not even myself
I'm 'bout to roll one
Hundred dollar bills lay on the mirror
Bout to blow up
De'javu
I'm back to sniffing lines ease the pain
What can I say?
Look where you started
Throwing it all away
Are you retarded?
Fentanyl hidden in all the fake getaways
That shit garbage
People wanna see me break under the pressure
Get your phones out
I'm gon put on a mafucken show
It's 'bout to go down
Stay the fuck up out my face
I'm ready to swang on everything
Very strange
My city on my back
I rep on everyday
North East Los Angeles
Home of the stars and scandalous
Cameras, city lights
Fast paced city life
I'm a gangsta bitch
I been through hell and back
That's a fact
All these studio gangstas out here capping when they selling raps
I am just a person when I sleep inside my bed alone
It make me sick
It's like a stepping stone
Obsession is a weapon
My depression is perfection
I am flawed
Feel like a peasant
I'm a boss
But I still I question my worth
Cus I put up with shit I don't deserve
It's always people we'd die for
In the end they leave us hurt
That's life
She loves to tell a joke
But then she'll break you down
I was flying so high
But now I'm on the ground
Look at me now
Feel so sorry for myself
It's pathetic
I don't talk to no one about this shit
They just don't get it
I feel so much better cuz right now I'm in the studio
Why would I go to therapy
When I could write a movie, hoe?
Please say a prayer for me
Careful what you saying to me
Actually don't pay me no mind
Unless it's checks you're paying to me
I am just a poet from the streets
I'm insane
Drinking till I fade away
Cuz I can't numb the fucken pain
I can't stop thinking bout my problems
I can't stop thinking bout my problems
I can't stop thinking bout my mothafucken problems, bitch
Fuck sleep
I can't stop thinking 'bout my problems
I should be in therapy
Instead, I write raps that never fucken solve em
I'm evolving
I am broken
Life was sweet
But then she cut me open
Today got no focus
I swear yesterday was golden
I'm so deep in my addictions
I been feening
I been smoking
I been dreaming
I been joking
Hate when people think I'm stupid
But I play the part
I cut my wrists up
When I'm making art
I try my best to keep it real
The critics make it hard
Got these health issues I ain't talking to the public 'bout
Hate this depression
I just gotta write it out
Ain't got shit to lie about
I been fighting demons for no reason
This shit treason
People so fucken fake
I can't believe it, makes me sick
Wanna use me for my fame
Shit on my name
Go suck a dick
I don't trust no one
Not even myself
I'm 'bout to roll one
Hundred dollar bills lay on the mirror
Bout to blow up
De'javu
I'm back to sniffing lines ease the pain
What can I say?
Look where you started
Throwing it all away
Are you retarded?
Fentanyl hidden in all the fake getaways
That shit garbage
People wanna see me break under the pressure
Get your phones out
I'm gon put on a mafucken show
It's 'bout to go down
Stay the fuck up out my face
I'm ready to swang on everything
Very strange
My city on my back
I rep on everyday
North East Los Angeles
Home of the stars and scandalous
Cameras, city lights
Fast paced city life
I'm a gangsta bitch
I been through hell and back
That's a fact
All these studio gangstas out here capping when they selling raps
I am just a person when I sleep inside my bed alone
It make me sick
It's like a stepping stone
Obsession is a weapon
My depression is perfection
I am flawed
Feel like a peasant
I'm a boss
But I still I question my worth
Cus I put up with shit I don't deserve
It's always people we'd die for
In the end they leave us hurt
That's life
She loves to tell a joke
But then she'll break you down
I was flying so high
But now I'm on the ground
Look at me now
Feel so sorry for myself
It's pathetic
I don't talk to no one about this shit
They just don't get it
I feel so much better cuz right now I'm in the studio
Why would I go to therapy
When I could write a movie, hoe?
Please say a prayer for me
Careful what you saying to me
Actually don't pay me no mind
Unless it's checks you're paying to me
I am just a poet from the streets
I'm insane
Drinking till I fade away
Cuz I can't numb the fucken pain
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Elizabeth Caceres, Sixto Louden Caceres
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.