Tsnfwm
Might take my life
I'm losing it, man I'm at the edge
These suicidal thoughts
Comfort me to fall asleep
This shit is risky
I'm living flat out broke
Surrounded by a copious amount of smoke
Let's get this dough
I'm all in
I'm tryna blow if y'all would let me
This sour kush aroma hit you like I'm swinging lefty
The ill type in real life I kill mics
Flee the scene, there's only so much that I can take
I wear my heart on my sleeve and watch you take offense
I wouldn't make amends, my happiness is seldom seem
I wish I never got this place, I feel stuck (fuck)
Rolling up tryna fight all my insecurities (ahh)
Memories burned, lost and taken to the urn
History in the making
But y'all might never learn
Some good head on a bad day
Turn your week around
I live life like bad news on a good day (damn)
Hit the studio, my therapy is in the bass
Smoke a blunt in a graveyard before I'm getting ink
Give a fuck what you say, dawg and less bout what you think
I don't care if you iced out cause I been on the brink
Thou shalt not fuck with me
Drip ain't enough
You'll get dropped from a tuscan seat
My beats on repeat, your dash ate your CD
Where'd you get this hash from?
I'm starting to see things
I'm Mr. Homonym
My spliff lit from the tip, miss the autonym
I think I hit my calling when I first heard rap music
Now I need boom bap just to get through it (shit is crazy)
Been on my own
On top of my throne
Been talking to ghosts
That no one would know
Let's start the show
Let's start the show
I'm losing it, man I'm at the edge
These suicidal thoughts
Comfort me to fall asleep
This shit is risky
I'm living flat out broke
Surrounded by a copious amount of smoke
Let's get this dough
I'm all in
I'm tryna blow if y'all would let me
This sour kush aroma hit you like I'm swinging lefty
The ill type in real life I kill mics
Flee the scene, there's only so much that I can take
I wear my heart on my sleeve and watch you take offense
I wouldn't make amends, my happiness is seldom seem
I wish I never got this place, I feel stuck (fuck)
Rolling up tryna fight all my insecurities (ahh)
Memories burned, lost and taken to the urn
History in the making
But y'all might never learn
Some good head on a bad day
Turn your week around
I live life like bad news on a good day (damn)
Hit the studio, my therapy is in the bass
Smoke a blunt in a graveyard before I'm getting ink
Give a fuck what you say, dawg and less bout what you think
I don't care if you iced out cause I been on the brink
Thou shalt not fuck with me
Drip ain't enough
You'll get dropped from a tuscan seat
My beats on repeat, your dash ate your CD
Where'd you get this hash from?
I'm starting to see things
I'm Mr. Homonym
My spliff lit from the tip, miss the autonym
I think I hit my calling when I first heard rap music
Now I need boom bap just to get through it (shit is crazy)
Been on my own
On top of my throne
Been talking to ghosts
That no one would know
Let's start the show
Let's start the show
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Writer(s): Andrew Arnold
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