unburden (interlude)
Yeah, aye, yeah
Yeah
Can I get this off my chest?
I–can I get this off my chest?
Wake up, chase a bag, and never rest
Nothing more and nothing less
I think that I'm more lost than I've ever been
Chemicals can't fix my head so I don't take my medicine
Thought I'm apex predator, turns out I'm more like venison
Dead and then undead again, turning to a skeleton (Unburden!)
I lost seven pounds in seven days, I'm feeling weak
This is not a metaphor, I'm fucking dying, can't you see?
It's been a few days since I even left the crib, I fucking reek
And I don't talk about problems
Cuz we ain't close enough to speak, aye
I've never felt so useless, mucus
Running down my lips, this shit is putrid
I don't like to cry, but I wish that I could feel
Heard from someone wise that's the very first step to heal
I'm sorry to disappoint, sparking another joint
No college, I'm unemployed, and talking won't fill the void
My mother wants to know if I think I'll going back
And I don't know the answer, I don't know how to react
And now I'm thinking
That maybe I'm just stupid and useless
And maybe all my efforts fucking fruitless
Don't believe in destiny but I believe in energy
My soul been around for centuries and I think that eventually
A future me will get it right, but I don't think I can though
Don't have an excuse to be the piece of shit I am, bro
This shit is all my fault, the least that I can do is stand tall
Yeah
Can I get this off my chest?
I–can I get this off my chest?
Wake up, chase a bag, and never rest
Nothing more and nothing less
I think that I'm more lost than I've ever been
Chemicals can't fix my head so I don't take my medicine
Thought I'm apex predator, turns out I'm more like venison
Dead and then undead again, turning to a skeleton (Unburden!)
I lost seven pounds in seven days, I'm feeling weak
This is not a metaphor, I'm fucking dying, can't you see?
It's been a few days since I even left the crib, I fucking reek
And I don't talk about problems
Cuz we ain't close enough to speak, aye
I've never felt so useless, mucus
Running down my lips, this shit is putrid
I don't like to cry, but I wish that I could feel
Heard from someone wise that's the very first step to heal
I'm sorry to disappoint, sparking another joint
No college, I'm unemployed, and talking won't fill the void
My mother wants to know if I think I'll going back
And I don't know the answer, I don't know how to react
And now I'm thinking
That maybe I'm just stupid and useless
And maybe all my efforts fucking fruitless
Don't believe in destiny but I believe in energy
My soul been around for centuries and I think that eventually
A future me will get it right, but I don't think I can though
Don't have an excuse to be the piece of shit I am, bro
This shit is all my fault, the least that I can do is stand tall
Credits
Writer(s): Bernard Finch, Erick Caridad, Melvin Gatewood, Michael Myrthil, Patrick Jakubik, Will Rhead
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