That's My Load

Facin' some dilemmas, my mind’s quick to involve it, save your counsel—I already revolve it

I dismantle and evolve it, so keep your advice, I’ve mastered how to resolve it

I’m the one to dissolve it, no need fo' yo' tips, my skills are the solvent ( solvent )

 

problems, fuck it, fuck my bitch is my therapy, i solve my shits later cuz now i'ma fuck my chick

the troubles wait while I enjoy this trip

facin' them head-on might finally bring bliss, Dealin' up front might clean up the mess

Confrontin' the shit straight might dismiss the diss

In need of a hand, but they just add to the load, now I'm carryin’ stress on this solo road

Time to man up, step out this hustle bubble, grown-ass now, can't keep courtin' trouble

Need to tighten the double, hustlin’ past the rubble

Naysayers nod 'no', but I row in the undertow, lay low, lettin' lessons quietly show

brakin' free from the cycle, breakin' the routine, takin' it slow

 

In a world where cash moves hands to end a life, People shell out dough for a laugh or just to feel right

Yet in this hard fight, can't buy peace amid the strife

Where's the payment for a mind free of plight?

Problems gettin' high, man, I'm fuckin' sick to death

like breathin' in toxins, yo, give me some breath

my dome's a pressure cooker ready to combust, 'cause this pile of issues got me about to bust

I'm breathin' in madness, can't take a damn rest. My mind's about to rupture, can't hold all this weight

issue's a trigger, so close to detonate

 

I'm not your knight, armor rusts where I stood

each day a knew challenge, each one misunderstood

People don’t see my burdens, 'cause they’re part of my mess, actin’ like they’d get it, but they’ll never confess

I dwell below the grime, like dirt under the rug, filthy as a prozac high, raw like a drug, punk

Slick as a street dealer's sly, snug as a rug, don't mistake my dirty for weakness, my game's way too strong

but if my problems make you think I’m dirt-made, you’re mistaking your song

Problems pile up just like the rest of the crew, weighin' heavy on my shoulders, but I'm learnin' who’s true

I hold mine with my head high, can't fix everything at once, but I'll give it a try

I can get better with some problems and they just supply

My Bitch’s a riddle, My class a fiddle, homies a middle, livin's brittle but the flow remains acquittal

If everybody is and got a problem, problems is somethin' natural