Fire In The Booth Pt1 Dax

[Intro Round 1]

Yeah yeah

This one's like an open diary

Get in my feelings for this one

Fire in the booth

Yah listen

[Round 1]

I noticed that you didn't notice

I was focussed when you didn't focus

I ain't married but I'm still a Joseph

Had to part ways with my bitch cuz she cheated

So I pulled the Moses

Seperated sanity from psychosis

Diagnosis, heartbroken story of a dying poet

Transgressions from my past agressions

I learned a lesson and Imma add a lesson

Not to trust a bitch or my dog if there was a difference (yeah uh)

Anger inside, where it always resides

Charlie Sloth let me cry on this mic

Dying to live or living to die?

Two questions that I ask myself before I fall asleep at night

I'm an artist so my pain is a prosperity for others

So I'm forced to turn this darkness into people's light

But the weight is getting heavy and at this rate (uh)

It has me contemplating suicide

So it's a

Different day, same book, different page, different people I don't even know they names

In a different city, on a different stage, rapping words that I used to write when I was underpaid

Yeah I'm getting old but I'm stuck in my old ways

Running from the cops

Going back to my old days

Try to cut me off, back on my road rage

These people ain't loyal

So who am I trying to impress?

How can I love somebody else if I don't love myself

How can I sign if I'm trying to save lifes and all the label wants to do is take my shit and put it on that shelf

Why don't depression have an off switch?

Why can't I find a bitch to ball with?

Why everybody wanna talk shit?

Smiled in my face, stabbed me in the back

Do whatever it takes to put me in the coffin, and often

I think about the consequences, are they real or are they comprehensive?

Will I ever make it into heaven?

Will my music turn into a weapon?

Will I ever get an answer to a fucking question?

Will I ever finish first to have to settle second?

Will I ever be blessed or will I be the blessing?

Do I have to sell my soul just to have a presence?

If I die right now will I be remembered?

So I take a sip, pop a perc

Why? because they help me work

Having conversations with the devil never ease the hurt

Having trouble calculating, finding what I'm really worth

Post a pic, 50K likes if I don't got a shirt

Bitches in the DM, I don't see 'em unless they finna twerk

Bring 'em to the crib, dick 'em down, pussy in the hearse

All this fucking fame but it really feels like a curse

I don't even know

So let me finish my diary off strong

Couple minutes I hope it ain't too long

Only way I know to deal with the pain is to take it and disperse into songs

Man I really fucking hope that I can write my raws

Man I hope fire in the booth puts me on

Man I feel so weak but this shit makes me strong

It's Dax