Troubles

[Produced by KP On The Beat]

[Verse]
All alone like I usually am
Tryna figure out how my problems began
I’m in paradise writing “Help” in the sand
All those sacrifices and I still ain’t the man
I’m saying, I’m still tying up a loose end
Cause even though we fucked, she just wanna be friends
The way she gave it up, it’s like she want me to win
She stopping by to see if I’m a hundred percent
Damn, we two worlds apart, how’d we keep in touch?
I wish that we were done, but I’m feeling stuck
I told Cupid, “I don’t wanna be in love”
Because that shit sucks like vacuums on a rug
I еarned a few bucks, it wasn’t evеn much
I gotta save up for a couple months
To hit the studio and vent my troubles, ugh
Sometimes I feel like getting on that double cup
I need the perfect image for my mind frame
‘Cause being suicidal is a damn shame
I got a son, ain’t got no problem manning up
But my baby mama treat me like I’m dead or sump’n
I need somebody to stand by me in the rain
This ain’t a hobby, this a way to ease the pain
Just being honest, I don’t even feel the same
It’s time to start pumping that liquor in my veins
I’m feeling blue, even when on that purple haze
This shit is a doozy, they caught me in a daze
I used to write rhymes, sit back, and be amazed
Now I write rhymes, get pissed, and tear the page
I’m always wanting more, I never have enough
Gotta even the score ‘cause I’m the runner-up
Dreams of being on tour with my nigga, Throat
He gives the best advice when we talking on the phone
Never off the dome, but it’s coming from the heart
Perfecting every song, wanna be up on the charts
Still improving, steady zooming like a newer car
No more bloopers, Ima do this like a superstar
Uh, you can judge me off my content
Just as long as you don’t take me out of context
Still stressed, steady thinking ‘bout what’s next
Never slacking, got shit cracking like a Pyrex

[Outro]
Pyrex, got shit cracking like a Pyrex