NIGHTMARES (feat. lil pot & Lil ...

I try get up but I can’t move

Pinned down ain’t know what the fuck to do

It ain’t unlike the luck I knew

Devils shifting in and out the room

I try get up but I can’t move

Pinned down ain’t know what the fuck to do

It ain’t unlike the luck I knew

Devils shifting in and out the room

 

I’ve lived this nightmare too much

I cannot ignore this

My fight just wasn’t enough

Back to the brawl

My back to the wall

I’m back with the passion I’ll rap till I fall

fuck all the capping, I’m back in control

Trolled with my actions, reactions are taking a toll

I totally hope I’ve adapted and grown

But back to the topic, I’ll talk it, but fact is, it’s so overdone

Was hoping I’d skip all the walking and run

Straight to the finish, I raced the diminishing sun

Send in the guns

Sent in the thugs

Tell em I’m one of the sentient ones

Too many senseless living in unending slumber

Somebody set up a fund

Sick of em

 

Separated myself from the haters and artists who play with they health

They delved in too deep to deconstruct what was making them wealth

But wealthy or not, they set up to fail eventually

And devil ain’t gentle collecting that bill

I pray they repent before they forced to settle in court or settle in hell

 

Sending letters to brethren and penning they records in jail

Pleading defence on the daily is draining while failing to pay up the bail

Maybe i’m ill-informed

But I feel a storm coming

kill em all

Or reveal the real

Fore the end is gone

And we enter God’s

final reckoning

Recollect I’ve slept

Waking up and I’m met with dark

 

 

waking is hard when fading from too many xans

or too many tabs the acid done fucked up my plans

i lay on my back until I’ve adjusted again

spinning spinning spinning

am i tripping or the room keep spinning?

but i’m winning winning winning

look at all the cash I’m spending

sprinting sprinting sprinting

to the streets to cop a lil pot

fuck all the opps

is you a hoe or is you a bitch or is you a thot?

look at my watch

tick tock tick tock

tick tock tick tock

tick tock tick tock

lil pot big pot

 

 

Look at the clock and it’s half past five what a surprise

I’m Counting these hours, 7, 8 then 9 - Time I’m alive

I’m sleep deprived, what’s on my mind?

All of these lies, all of these rhymes, all of these times and all of these crimes

Thinking what’s wrong and right and thinking the lows and the highs

Enter my mind I’m lucid dreaming

Adrenaline rushing what a feeling

Redness all over and it’s bleeding

Waking me up and I’m Fucking screaming

Yeah I Follow these demons down to the heathens

Keeping me up and I wanna be sleeping

How am I breathing? Not when I’m even

Praying to god, Like “Wait, what is the Meaning?”