Floor 27 PT.2

Floor 27, a couple steps from heaven
Eyes wide still stressing for a blessing
Got a list of things I stay second guessing
Hoping for the presence of a greater good
Chew on thoughts, wishing it was now
I could feel some progress in this dark process
In a recess of my very self, on a deep shelf
I can feel myself giving in...
In this stark competition that we call life
I hope my composition brings life, and lessen strife
Hoping for excitement, but brace for pain
Thinking with ya’ heart, but loving with ya brain
I’m insane, I repeat myself, hoping for change
I’m insane, I hate myself, hoping for love
I’m insane, I write myself, tryna read you
I’m insane, I kill myself, to live for you
This music is a drug that I can’t leave alone
I scratch, I fiend, I relapse and I create
I stare, I feel, I don’t, then wait
I wait for it to all pass, I wait to feel okay
I think all night and suffer during day
I write in all white, to chalk it up to sumn
Searching for an answer, I’m looking
I’m tryna make my best batch, I’m cooking

Hook:
Go, go, ain’t nobody stop you
You gonna flow, wait a typo you gonna blow
This ya’ show life, do it how you do it
This ya’ show life, prove it how you prove it

Floor 28, I’m weeks past the date, this must be fate
I could spit this nonsense forever
That’s not the truth but whatever
I feel weak, and I’m tired of disappointment
I notice the flows sorta disjointed
I’m just breaking apart at the seams and it seems
Not one human being understands the means
I mean, no one gets what I mean
I’m hoping I can plant a seed with this
My workbooks filled with conversations
With myself and every human hating
Really just scraping the bottom of a broken barrel
While I’m staring down the smoking end of one
And a loud bang in the music, at the end or sumn
Think of ending sumn, like I’m at my wits end or sumn
Would know me if I covered this wall with my thoughts
Would your read and understand me
Or stay holier than though, you slippery pricks, slimier now
Slide right under my best vision, yet I envision
Myself, still winning, I feel like I’m at the bottom
Bu I feel like I know my mission
Start it up, c’mon someone start it up
I give this music every single piece of me
I’m pacing back and fourth
Braced against the wall
I ain’t rose yet and I can still see my fall
It’s in my court, why can’t I play that ball
I feel it vibrate yet I don’t hear that call
This is all I love, and you take it from me
I’d rather be in the place 6ft, opposite of above
You can taste the love, you can feel the hate
I’m sorry I’m so irate, it’s just part of me
It’s just part of me, tryna be everything I can be
Be