Star Player...

I smoke this shit until I'm numb
It feel like my brain went dumb
I got more talent in my thumb
This shit get sickening, need a Tum
Study, practice, hit the books
Swear I'm searching for a look
All them losses I took
All them demons I shook
Woke up with no bands, told myself never again
Woke up with new fans, woke up with two friends
If I could tell you something right now, I'd tell you "middle finger the plans"
(Fuck them plans)
She say she don't fuck with me no more, yeah, and she say I'm a mess (Oh my god)
I want the lifestyle, I want the money, I want my feet up in a Tes
How I just got paid and my eyes already on the next check?
And for anyone that ever doubted me, I want a slit on their neck
(I want they head on a platter)
I'm stuck in one place, it's like I got the gout on me, I don't know what to do next
(I'm so lost)
How it look so close but really that shit so far fledged?
How the fuck I'm sitting on the bench when really I'm the star player?

Okay
I'm so sick of the charade
They tryna feed off all our energy but I cant let em cause all this shit fake
They tryna turn around the fate
All of my life I've felt this way
There's some shit we all think but we won't say
All my life since 954 seen through the cellophane
They tryna pin us against each other
Wait, Middy told me not to sip on lean (My bad bro)
All this shit on my mind gotta think deep (Sip lean)
Lately codeine the only helping me sleep
And I seen some things
We gon' be aight if we could just link the chains
See often I get scared to even just speak on things (Can't say shit)
Government fucked me up and we ain't even seen no change
Hope I die in my sleep I can't, even feel no things
And she know...



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Writer(s): Micah Harris
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