got my middle fingers to the cam...

hollow, horror, my sleep is eating on tomorrow

still stuck in my shadow, keep fuckin' up, my God, oh

i run, run up, run off and flow away, disassociate

stay same, great, hate on me, u wasnt tryna change anyway

 

still fuckin hate, shit still the fuckin same

blow my fuckin brains out, least my mind'll be okay

ask if praying really works, i know it do but i don't trust

i give a bitch like fifteen slugs, fuck her

 

relapse, we back where we once were, another

wondrous thought thats coating the earth in flux and compost

hop on accounts post, block block like shaq knuckles

you do shit thats ridiculous, nonsensical, unhonourable

 

ya, ya, come on

uh

i never stay in the same place

i was up but now i'm down

you could say i'm humbler now

but what good is it if i don't have a stable ground to put my faith upon

rocky like potato salad

on the brink of sayin' my faith is gone

i'm slippin'

slip a fifth of a quart, amphetamine so i can start

actually doin' shit that im supposed to with my heart

it's hard, i'm hard, i'm soft, i can't handle the ball you handed to me

gave me a shot and you rejected it

injured shit like anthony, you goliath to my david

i would've said you were bathsheba, but a wolf in sheep's clothing

who been all knowing, you trolling bitch ass, buck up

i promise i won't talk 'bout how i feel 'cuz i never know the right words to say

fuck