Going Through It
Huh, psychotic break, mental issues stacked all on my plate
It's gettin' late, I'm contemplatin', tryna find my place
I needed space, I isolate, cut the dreads off my face
Going out my way to separate all the real from the fake
All them days that I ain't eat, them nights that I ain't sleep
I was out here searchin' for love, I needed to find me
But I'm too real to let my past define me
I'll wash it from my hands and leave it all behind me
Take my followers, remove my music
Huh, I got problems, I'm going through it
All my work yea it just faded away
Leave it up to God for my peace, I pray
My heart broken into pieces, mind tryna leave me
You tellin' me these lies lookin' dead in my eyes and decieved me
Geekin' all the time, no surprise, I be fiendin
Can't wake from what I'm dreamin', uh
I see evil, all in my nightmares, uh
Missin' my people, wish they was right there
Wishin' I could hold them tight and say that it's alright
I hope it's better in the sky, is it worth to live my life?
I'm beefed out with the reflection of my past self
You knew I wanted a clean slate, I had to get on with my bad self
Yeah, I got talent, but barely had help
Keeping my head above water, they was pushin' me under
Yeah, when I'm in the ground, pushin' up grass
I'm knowin' they gon' throw a party, they gon' celebrate
My body locked up in a box, my soul elevate
And I ain't copin' with no rocks, I green meditate
I green medicate
I get high and I'm numb, ain't no feelings
I'm so fly, I know you see me touchin' the ceiling
And don't try to ask me why, just get me out the building, yeah
All them days that I ain't eat, them nights that I ain't sleep
I was out searchin' for love, I needed to find me
But I'm too real to let my past define me
I'll wash it from my hands and leave it all behind me
Take my followers, remove my music
Huh, I got problems, I'm going through it
All my work yea it just faded away
Leave it up to God for my peace, I pray
Huh, psychotic break, mental issues stacked all on my plate
It's gettin' late, I'm contemplatin', tryna find my place
I needed space, I isolate, cut the dreads off my face
Going out my way to separate all the real from the fake
Ima psycho in this bitch, I'm going crazy finna crash out
Hold on, said I'ma psycho in this bitch, I'm going crazy finna crash out
Flash out, fuck
It's gettin' late, I'm contemplatin', tryna find my place
I needed space, I isolate, cut the dreads off my face
Going out my way to separate all the real from the fake
All them days that I ain't eat, them nights that I ain't sleep
I was out here searchin' for love, I needed to find me
But I'm too real to let my past define me
I'll wash it from my hands and leave it all behind me
Take my followers, remove my music
Huh, I got problems, I'm going through it
All my work yea it just faded away
Leave it up to God for my peace, I pray
My heart broken into pieces, mind tryna leave me
You tellin' me these lies lookin' dead in my eyes and decieved me
Geekin' all the time, no surprise, I be fiendin
Can't wake from what I'm dreamin', uh
I see evil, all in my nightmares, uh
Missin' my people, wish they was right there
Wishin' I could hold them tight and say that it's alright
I hope it's better in the sky, is it worth to live my life?
I'm beefed out with the reflection of my past self
You knew I wanted a clean slate, I had to get on with my bad self
Yeah, I got talent, but barely had help
Keeping my head above water, they was pushin' me under
Yeah, when I'm in the ground, pushin' up grass
I'm knowin' they gon' throw a party, they gon' celebrate
My body locked up in a box, my soul elevate
And I ain't copin' with no rocks, I green meditate
I green medicate
I get high and I'm numb, ain't no feelings
I'm so fly, I know you see me touchin' the ceiling
And don't try to ask me why, just get me out the building, yeah
All them days that I ain't eat, them nights that I ain't sleep
I was out searchin' for love, I needed to find me
But I'm too real to let my past define me
I'll wash it from my hands and leave it all behind me
Take my followers, remove my music
Huh, I got problems, I'm going through it
All my work yea it just faded away
Leave it up to God for my peace, I pray
Huh, psychotic break, mental issues stacked all on my plate
It's gettin' late, I'm contemplatin', tryna find my place
I needed space, I isolate, cut the dreads off my face
Going out my way to separate all the real from the fake
Ima psycho in this bitch, I'm going crazy finna crash out
Hold on, said I'ma psycho in this bitch, I'm going crazy finna crash out
Flash out, fuck
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Writer(s): Cameron Dean
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