Tools

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[Hook]
Tools in my belt, imma use them I need help
I got tools in my belt, I can't understand myself
I'm abusing all my health, it ain't cool yeah I need help
Once I say this shit for real, then you'll know just how I feel
 
[Verse 1]
Yeah, tell me what to do, and tell me what to say
Cause today might be the day I finally fucking go away
It's not okay, what I say, but I say it anyway
Cause this ain't a game I play, I am drowning in the rain
But they found me the next day, I woke up and ran away
And I thought it was a phase, but my feelings leave me phased
Like I'm so lost in this haze, I need guidance in this maze
Try to find a place to stay, but I guess I love the chase
Need these feelings I erase, heart is peeling out of space
I am seeing things I hate, close my eyes I still see hate
Stealing what I can't create, no healing for me I can't make
Feelings to suppress this rage, inside I fight myself all day
Yeah, and it's not okay, I know it's not okay
But I'm gonna do the worst shit anyway
I'll just wait until my thirst hits, then I'll slay
I need motivation, right now all I feel is pain
 
[Hook]
Tools in my belt, imma use them I need help
I got tools in my belt, I can't understand myself
I'm abusing all my health, it ain't cool yeah I need help
Once I say this shit for real, then you'll know just how I feel
 
[Verse 2]
Another fucking dream crushed, yeah I feel my dreams crushed
Fuck all these obscene fucks, I sip codeine, that lean, bruh
I don't need fucking need love, I'll rip a bit of mean bud
I won't fucking seize up, when I go and finish three cups
Triple digit speed, bruh, these bitches are so mean, bruh
I can barely fucking see a, fucking reason why I need a
Bitch but I've just seen a, bitch that's really clean, yuh
I'm gonna try to tap it, cause I'm just a pussy fiend, bruh
Not fucking lying, that is all I fucking need now
Cause these bitches got me hungry for that P, now
I should just shut up I'm fucking up the scene, now
I feel like I fucked up and I'm rolling off a bean, now
Try to stay on topic but I guess I that I forgot it
Try to stick with logic but I'm dead inside like coffins
Time to pick a topic, yeah I guess it's something rotten
Cause I'm pessimistic, narcissistic, fucking lost it
 
[Hook]
Tools in my belt, imma use them I need help
I got tools in my belt, I can't understand myself
I'm abusing all my health, it ain't cool yeah I need help
Once I say this shit for real, then you'll know just how I feel

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