[Verse 1: Swank]
(Ayy, ayy)
Back against the wall, now I'unno where to go
Pick it up, I've been livin' slow
Felt like different individuals
In my mind they gone (Ayy, ayy)
I been prayin' on my kneecaps got no feedback (Damn)
Where my motherfucking weed at?
I gotta go, where
I been feeling like I’m good, psych
I could use another wood, I
Feel so misunderstood (Damn)
Tryna read me like a map
Riddle me that
Gimme some Ritalin sleep for the wack
Work in the night I write better in black
I’m quick to react (Fuck, damn)
Stuck in the dark with my demons (Ayy)
Can’t look at mirrors for reasons I couldn't explain 'cause you wouldn’t believe it (Ayy)
Wish I could go back and delete it
I can’t, I know
I ran, from home
Flick on the switch and I light some smoke
Think about life in a lesson I wish I knew more so I wouldn’t be left all alone
I wish I could pause, want it to stop
Workin' on music to help me not drop
Paintin' a picture of brand new intentions
I came out the gutter got time on the clock
And I gotta escape, back on my toes
Dripping in sauce, you can see on my clothes
If I R.I.P. now, I be fresher then most
Sorry to God, I ain’t really want smoke
(Ayy, ayy)
Back against the wall, now I'unno where to go
Pick it up, I've been livin' slow
Felt like different individuals
In my mind they gone (Ayy, ayy)
I been prayin' on my kneecaps got no feedback (Damn)
Where my motherfucking weed at?
I gotta go, where
I been feeling like I’m good, psych
I could use another wood, I
Feel so misunderstood (Damn)
Tryna read me like a map
Riddle me that
Gimme some Ritalin sleep for the wack
Work in the night I write better in black
I’m quick to react (Fuck, damn)
Stuck in the dark with my demons (Ayy)
Can’t look at mirrors for reasons I couldn't explain 'cause you wouldn’t believe it (Ayy)
Wish I could go back and delete it
I can’t, I know
I ran, from home
Flick on the switch and I light some smoke
Think about life in a lesson I wish I knew more so I wouldn’t be left all alone
I wish I could pause, want it to stop
Workin' on music to help me not drop
Paintin' a picture of brand new intentions
I came out the gutter got time on the clock
And I gotta escape, back on my toes
Dripping in sauce, you can see on my clothes
If I R.I.P. now, I be fresher then most
Sorry to God, I ain’t really want smoke
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