BLURRY

I got racks in my instrumentals
Tracks on tracks, till I feel the trauma
No, I don't feel like you do it
No, I don't heal like you do it
I'm making it back, that's accidental
Tracks on tracks, till I feel the trauma
No, I don't feel like you do it
No, I don't heal like you do it

Blurry my vision
Blurry that, my head feel like prison, I'm
Here now, yeah fuck feelings now
One day I'm gon go too fast
One day I'm gon rap my last verse
I'm gon roll up, shit, my last one
Buy me a Lamb bitch, yeah the fast one

I got racks in my instrumentals
Tracks on tracks, till I feel the trauma
No, I don't feel like you do it
No, I don't heal like you do it
I'm making it back, that's accidental
Tracks on tracks, till I feel the trauma
No, I don't feel like you do it
No, I don't heal like you do it

Now I'm free of all the lies
Watch how we grew up in the size
Look how we still all broke inside
I'm lookin for a prize while dodging all the advices
What if I die, got a crisis
Then Mylow will be my son, yeah
Askin my mom, where the sun is
You askin your dad, I ain't got none
My dad is right there, next to the sun
We got all the voices, tellin that we great
We got all the choices, you got like eight
I was starvin, still too much on my plate
I was lonely, now I got you, babe
I was worth nothing, now I got a deal
I was busy, now I got this tape
This tape
Distant
(Distant, distant)

I got racks in my instrumentals
Tracks on tracks, till I feel the trauma
No, I don't feel like you do it
No, I don't heal like you do it
I got racks in my instrumentals
Tracks on tracks, till I feel the trauma
No, I don't feel like you do it
No, I don't heal like you do it
No, I don't feel like you do it
No, I don't heal like you do it
No, I don't feel like you do it
No, I don't heal like you do it
No, I'm not really used to this
No, I'm not really used to this
Used to this
I'm not really used to this

MYLOW