Untitled Prod Homage Beats

Verse .11

do you wanna know what it feels like,

to have anxiety put you to sleep.

hearts racing, but its way outa beat

my thoughts and my demons consume me.

wake up like i never went bed, just save me

 

just save me, im not thinking clear,

all this stress makes me not wanna be here

melt in my chair for hours making these tracks,

when i put em out and getting nothing back

 

you act like you know me, you act like you care,

you act like you down to ride, while i dont see you near

if you wanna hop on the wagon go ahead and hurt me

it wouldnt be the first time, wont be the last surely

 

surely im mistaken if i think im perfect, but i dont

i have a vision of myself and its nothin that has worth

might as well bury me, might as well put me 6 feet

cause thats where my happiness is, underneath

 

the earths surface, im working for a steady cash flow

love my job but i hate it, thats just how this story goes,

i dont know, i dont know, if i can carry on.. i just dont..

 

1.27

but fuck that, ima make a song, like i never rapped,

ima make a mixtape, that'll give ya whipblash

double triple taking at what i just brought forward

shit that'll make ya cry, your emotions getting tortured

 

caution when walking into a pit of hell,

no option for failure, thats not boding well

but inside i wanna cry, inside i wanna die

but making music like this is mere bagatelle

 

diocesan denied dont come around me

oxygen being lost becuz i cant breathe

collapsing on the floor cuz of negative degrees

surround yourself with loved ones but none are around me

 

i sit in my room all by myself doing this.

picking at my own thoughts, just creating hits

at least thats what i consider em, what do i know

im just a kidd, with no skills, but on my grind tho

 

im losing hope, im losing faith,

what if i never find my wayy

gone, not found, try again another day

gone, im found, making music in my happy place

 

2:39

but what do i know ohh oh oh.

im just a kidd..

you cant have problems.

when you young as shit.

 

2:54

i got a lotta them.

resting like an ottoman

i dont see comma's man

but i see those comments man

 

so i take em with a grain of salt

make it out like its my fault

to my own head i go to commit assault

 

its been a whole week since ive felt good

people saying cheer up man, well i wish i could

this feeling hangs over me like a fucking awning

i need to escape, lack of sleep has me yawning

 

i need to escape.. i need to .. need to.. i need to

i need to escape.. i need to..