One, Two, Three

Yea
I'm stuck in this cycle that I can't get out
I've seen this before, and still, I feel off
Can't gauge where I'm at, and now it seems like
Every move I make is a trap
This can't be real

One, two, three, mother I'm gone
Four, five, six, where is my home?
Seven, eight, nine, I'm running out of time
And then it hits ten
Fuck it go again

With the

One, two, three, mother I'm gone
Four, five, six, where is my home?
Seven, eight, nine, I'm running out of time
And then it hits ten
Can I take back my sins?

I was the boy that you called for a great time
So you probably heard my name through the grapevine
But I wasn't up, I was out there wasting time
Spending night after night, in the streets, chasin' dimes

Thought that was the game, chasin' hoes was the aim
There was no shame, everybody moved the same
But now there's jack shit to my motherfucking name
There's only one person to motherfucking blame

Me
Every time I get into an issue, the issue is me
It was always their fault, the problem could never be me
I was so blind to my own hypocrisy
I couldn't see it till the age of nineteen

Fighting demons that were hiding
In the activities that seem so inviting
Now I feel I got no energy inside me
Feel like I'm falling
Telling everyone I'm climbing
Fuck

I need to keep my head down, I need to grind
But I'm scared cause I feel like I'm stepping into this blind
I got a great mind
But don't know how to use it
Abuse it
I need to find my music
Need to get into it

I know
That she's waiting on me to call
I'm so sorry, mama, but I can't pick up the phone
I need to sit with my thoughts
Spend some time alone
I'll try to hit you back once I finish this

One, two, three, mother I'm gone
Four, five, six, where is my home?
Seven, eight, nine, I'm running out of time
And then it hits ten
Fuck it go again

With the

One, two, three, mother I'm gone
Four, five, six, where is my home?
Seven, eight, nine, I'm running out of time
And then it hits ten
Can I take back my sins?