Part IV (See) Isaiah Rashad

[Intro:]
Look
I'm um-
I've been in a artistic funk
I haven't really wanted to write anything
I haven't really wanted to- write anything
Uh, I've been wanting to-
I'm finna do this shit tho'
- just recording
Look

[Verse: 1]
And this how I feel, when I'm on top of the world
Mannin' up back on my chick
Keepin' it real, I can be faking the fur
I can be kickin' a bitch
I can be lovin' a slut
Only be loving the slit
See, I've been switchin' these flows, and you
Just trickin' on hoes, makin' them rich
I've been expanding my mind
Leavin' my limits with time
Taking them trips, gotta believe in something
But lately, baby, maybe, real as a myth
I've been consoling my mind
Screaming The House in this bitch, Village in hеre
I can be dealin' with woеs or I can be breakin' these hearts, feelings in here
Alice don't want me no mo'
Look, maybe I'm trippin'
Blame it on God, fuck it, quit blaming Rashad
Like maybe I'm slippin'
Maybe I'm overthinking, slowly sinking
Baby I'm dippin', shit is too backwards
Actors give me awards
Killing myself, give me the sword, give me the gun
Die in a fort