.[Hook]
I was healthy. I was king
At least inside of my last dream
Woke and saw the TV screen -
- With my face inside
I lost my mind. I lost the cause
Saw my stitches under gauze
The TV's on. The lights are off -
- So my face is mine
[Bridge x4]
They throwing that hate, hate, hate, hate
So I'm a just oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 1 - E-Dubble]
Yo
Stones throw from the liquor store. I should probably get some more
Pour it out, and poison up. My view is from the sycamore
The view's great, but the fall is what concerns me
Protein shakes accumulate. The branch decides the verdict
Get your weight up. I'm hurting. The 808 consoles me
Roles reverse sometimes; it's like the 808 controls me
Hand the problems over to the Gatorade and codeine
Put a hat on. Go outside. Pretend like people know me
They don't, they phoney. They show girls, they know me
We pop pills to placate. Juspano - we lonely
We live life to laugh loud. Fraternize that like minded
Aware of all these faults. We sleep, we dream, we need that unwinding
The real life Wilfred; no reality show
Call Miss Lewis my conscious; it's how reality goes
Not exactly what we planned, but we make do
Grinding every day just to let the dreams chase you
I don't give a fuck about the bullshit. Living true stories
Never spittin' from the pulpit. Grounded to glory
Cause the struggle isn't pretty. Footage looking gritty, -
- but we fix that in post-pro, and no show the pity like
I was healthy. I was king
At least inside of my last dream
Woke and saw the TV screen -
- With my face inside
I lost my mind. I lost the cause
Saw my stitches under gauze
The TV's on. The lights are off -
- So my face is mine
[Bridge x4]
They throwing that hate, hate, hate, hate
So I'm a just oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 1 - E-Dubble]
Yo
Stones throw from the liquor store. I should probably get some more
Pour it out, and poison up. My view is from the sycamore
The view's great, but the fall is what concerns me
Protein shakes accumulate. The branch decides the verdict
Get your weight up. I'm hurting. The 808 consoles me
Roles reverse sometimes; it's like the 808 controls me
Hand the problems over to the Gatorade and codeine
Put a hat on. Go outside. Pretend like people know me
They don't, they phoney. They show girls, they know me
We pop pills to placate. Juspano - we lonely
We live life to laugh loud. Fraternize that like minded
Aware of all these faults. We sleep, we dream, we need that unwinding
The real life Wilfred; no reality show
Call Miss Lewis my conscious; it's how reality goes
Not exactly what we planned, but we make do
Grinding every day just to let the dreams chase you
I don't give a fuck about the bullshit. Living true stories
Never spittin' from the pulpit. Grounded to glory
Cause the struggle isn't pretty. Footage looking gritty, -
- but we fix that in post-pro, and no show the pity like
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