20
I've been ready for a relapse and fiendin' for my next hit
My mind is like a maze I been looking for an exit
Was left quick
To push me to the brink took 20 seconds
All it took was niggas leaving to get desperate
Future me I'll leave a message
That sexualizing women shit pathetic
You know mama raised you better and she meant it when she said be empathic
Nigga you ain't emphatic
Keep on shitting on yourself and you'll regret it
Feel like my head ain't focused
Life is not important
So why would I focus on me?
And when my head ain't coping everything feel bogus
So why would I focus on me?
You don't know what you had till it's all gone
And when they're gone it's too late to have your last call
There's too many missed calls cause damn it I miss y'all but maybe I'm wrong?
It took a lot of knowing to know that I don't know at all
Sexual tensions between me and death wrestling to see the next
To be on top and dominate the other till they seeing red
Choke em till you see the breath
Leave and sweet submission makes the other feel a king at that thing we call life
Ain't that shit ironic?
Leave a mess sometimes I feel sadistic when I see the stress upon myself
Or is that masochistic who is me to guess?
Pain that's self inflicted like a tease I think I'm needing that
To get me to that climax bitch I fucking fiend for that
Feel like my head ain't focused
Life is not important
So why would I focus on me?
And when my head ain't coping everything feel bogus
So why would I focus on me?
My mind is like a maze I been looking for an exit
Was left quick
To push me to the brink took 20 seconds
All it took was niggas leaving to get desperate
Future me I'll leave a message
That sexualizing women shit pathetic
You know mama raised you better and she meant it when she said be empathic
Nigga you ain't emphatic
Keep on shitting on yourself and you'll regret it
Feel like my head ain't focused
Life is not important
So why would I focus on me?
And when my head ain't coping everything feel bogus
So why would I focus on me?
You don't know what you had till it's all gone
And when they're gone it's too late to have your last call
There's too many missed calls cause damn it I miss y'all but maybe I'm wrong?
It took a lot of knowing to know that I don't know at all
Sexual tensions between me and death wrestling to see the next
To be on top and dominate the other till they seeing red
Choke em till you see the breath
Leave and sweet submission makes the other feel a king at that thing we call life
Ain't that shit ironic?
Leave a mess sometimes I feel sadistic when I see the stress upon myself
Or is that masochistic who is me to guess?
Pain that's self inflicted like a tease I think I'm needing that
To get me to that climax bitch I fucking fiend for that
Feel like my head ain't focused
Life is not important
So why would I focus on me?
And when my head ain't coping everything feel bogus
So why would I focus on me?
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Writer(s): Moses Thomas
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