BRING ON THE REST

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm off of my meds, I don't care anymore
Too tired of feelin' tied up, bitch, I'm done
Off my meds, and I can feel to my core
Too tired of feelin' fed up, I move on

Nobody told me feelin' numb still pains
Ache in my body, that pain make me feel sane
Ache in my mind and suddenly I need change
In this deep-rooted cycle I've been stuck in, what a shame

I've been running from my true self as a kid
Fretting over shit that I never even did
Fear of being someone that I'm not
Prophesied that I turn into someone who ain't got

An idea of intention that's put behind steps
Praying to the Lord, asking, "Why you give me breath?"
What's the point of giving life to a boy been pressed?
Blind to the water, blessed, bothered to define less

I guess it's all been a faith test
I guess it's all been a straight debt
I get involved with a fake mess
And it's my thoughts that'll call next

Round the corner, gun shots and never-endin' stress
Straight death out of tombs, and relentless seething pests
Powder snorted through the sinus, marijuana chest
And it's all coming for us, fuck it, bring on the rest

Bring on the rest
Bring on the rest
I can take it all, even when I face death
Broke bones, bagged bodies, but I'll still be my best, bitch

Yeah, bring on the rest
Yeah, bring on the rest
I can take it all, even when I face death
What's next? Give me hell, but I still ain't impressed, bitch

Yeah, I've been bleeding from my subconscious for days on end
And needing what is obnoxious to change my wind
My feet tied down to this ground, I pray
But if my dreams stay above, how I'm supposed to win?

I can sense all this unborn hatred inside
For the lack of decisiveness on my side
Switch spots, and my views, abused, I been tried
In attempts that I find myself on riptides

And what's a choice if it's made by the voice of them?
What's a choice, by the end, only feel condemned?
Ain't about the fucking upshot but sole intent
So if I ever take a step, I won't fear the rest

Bring on the rest
Bring on the rest
I can take it all, even when I face death
Broke bones, bagged bodies, but I'll still be my best, bitch

Yeah, bring on the rest
Yeah, bring on the rest
I can take it all, even when I face death
What's next? Give me hell, but I still ain't impressed, bitch

I set the bar so high, you ain't even fuckin' see it
Planted seeds in the sand, from this bedroom I been seated
Tripled 25 bands, and my music never pleaded
For attention in the stands, fuck your hand, I never need it

Gotta remind myself
This track record flawless
Gotta get past myself
See, I'm way too cautious
Gotta put on myself
I ain't wanna owe shit
Set my rules, set my time
Means I gotta load the clip

Bring on the rest
Bring on the rest
I can take it all, even when I face death
Broke bones, bagged bodies, but I'll still be my best, bitch

Yeah, bring on the rest
Yeah, bring on the rest
I can take it all, even when I face death
What's next? Give me hell, but I still ain't impressed, bitch

Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh