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OFFICIAL LYRICS : FUCK SLEEP I CAN’T STOP THINKING BOUT MY PROBLEMS I SHOULD BE IN THERAPY INSTEAD, I WRITE RAPS THAT NEVER FUCKEN SOLVE EM I’M EVOLVING I AM BROKEN LIFE WAS SWEET BUT THEN SHE CUT ME OPEN TODAY GOT NO FOCUS I SWEAR YESTERDAY WAS GOLDEN I’M SO DEEP IN MY ADDICTIONS I BEEN FEENING I BEEN SMOKING I BEEN DREAMING I BEEN JOKING HATE WHEN PEOPLE THINK I’M STUPID BUT I PLAY THE PART I CUT MY WRISTS UP WHEN I’M MAKING ART I TRY MY BEST TO KEEP IT REAL THE CRITICS MAKE IT HARD GOT THESE HEALTH ISSUES I AIN’T TALKING TO THE PUBLIC ‘BOUT HATE THIS DEPRESSION IN THIS SESSION- I DO LOVE IT NOW I JUST GOTTA WRITE IT OUT AIN’T GOT SHIT TO LIE ABOUT I BEEN FIGHTING DEMONS FOR NO REASON THIS SHIT TREASON PEOPLE SO FUCKEN FAKE I CAN’T BELIEVE IT, MAKES ME SICK WANNA USE ME FOR MY FAME, SHIT ON MY NAME, GO SUCK A DICK I DON’T TRUST NO ONE, NOT EVEN MYSELF I’M BOUT TO ROLL ONE HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS LAY ON THE MIRROR, BOUT TO BLOW UP DE’JAVU I’M BACK TO SNIFFING LINES EASE THE PAIN WHAT CAN I SAY? I GUESS SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE, MISS REVERIE LOOK WHERE YOU STARTED, THROWING IT ALL AWAY, ARE YOU RETARDED? FETANYL HIDDEN IN ALL THE FAKE GETAWAYS, THAT SHIT GARBAGE PEOPLE WANNA SEE ME BREAK UNDER THE PRESSURE, GET YOUR PHONES OUT I’M GON PUT A MOTHAFUCKEN SHOW, IT’S BOUT TO GO DOWN STAY THE FUCK UP OUT MY FACE, I’M READY TO SWANG ON EVERYTHING VERY STRANGE MY CITY ON MY BACK, I REP ON EVERYDAY NORTH EAST LOS ANGELES HOME OF THE STARS & SCANDALOUS CAMERAS, CITY LIGHTS, FAST PACED CITY LIFE I’M A GANGSTA BITCH, I BEEN THROUGH HELL & BACK THAT’S A FACT ALL THESE STUDIO GANGSTAS OUT HERE CAPPING WHEN THEY SELLING RAPS I AM JUST A PERSON WHEN I SLEEP INSIDE MY BED ALONE HATE BEING IN LOVE, IT MAKE ME SICK, IT’S LIKE A STEPPINGSTONE OBSESSION IS A WEAPON, MY DEPRESSION IS PERFECTION I AM FLAWED, FEEL LIKE A PEASENT, I’M A BOSS, BUT I STILL I QUESTION MY WORTH, CUS I PUT UP WITH SHIT I DON’T DESERVE IT’S ALWAYS PEOPLE WE’D DIE FOR- IN THE END THEY LEAVE US HURT THAT’S LIFE ! SHE LOVES TO TELL A JOKE BUT THEN SHE’LL BREAK YOU DOWN I WAS FLYING SO HIGH, BUT NOW I’M ON THE GROUND- LOOK AT ME NOW FEEL SO SORRY FOR MYSELF, IT’S PATHETIC I DON’T TALK TO NO ONE ABOUT THIS SHIT, THEY JUST DON’T GET IT I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER CUS RIGHT NOW I’M IN THE STUDIO WHY WOULD I GO TO THERAPY- WHEN I COULD WRITE A MOVIE, HOE? PLEASE SAY A PRAYER FOR ME CAREFUL WHAT YOU SAYING TO ME ACTUALLY DON’T PAY ME NO MIND, UNLESS IT’S CHECKS UR PAYING TO ME I AM JUST A POET FROM THE STREETS, I’M INSANE DRINKING TILL I FADE AWAY, CUS I CAN’T NUMB THE FUCKEN PAIN AVAILABLE FOR STREAMING EVERYWHERE !
