The Mist

(Another motherfuckin' day)
Another day and my mind steady, schemin'
Often times it says I'm better off not breathin'
To some it seems deceiving but believe me, I believe it
It's no secret, I keep it
On my fuckin' wrists
Yeah, that's why my ass stay bleedin', ay

Cut the shit
You know what the fuck this is
Another day stuck in the mist
Guided by my ignorance
The moon shines through the fog
As my lungs inhale the smog
These past few years have been a slog
Nowadays I have to fuckin' keep

Killers in styrofoam
I lean back while two Latinas slop it up & give me dome
First class when I fly to Rome
FCO, CDG, wrap it up in DUB
And catch a flight to EZE
That's how it go for ATC

But deep down I'm ashamed
Of all the mental baggage that I carry every day
With damage to my name
And now I swear I ain't the same
I'm the only one to blame
That monkey on my back
That bitch is so hard to tame

When my mind steady stays schemin'
And constantly says I'm better off not breathin'
(You're better off not breathin')
I feel my will weaken
All these minutes seem like hours
It won't be long before I'm gone
As over me death's presence towers

Cut the shit
You know what the fuck this is
Another day stuck in the mist
Guided by my ignorance
I feel my will weaken
All these minutes seem like hours
It won't be long before I'm gone
And you'll find me all dressed in flowers