Shook ones

It must be stuck in my chest
This parasite won't blind me like the rest
I ain't no halfing fucking pussy wasting dimes for less
Distress fill up my lobes, and strap his arms to neck
Tryna pull me like a bop it hammering at your breast
See these low life pussies with the nerve to complain
When you're the only fucking reason when there's stress in your brain
Let the whole world see your scum intents and your aims
Slowly start to realize that you were always the same
I sit and wonder if I’m just anothеr body of shame
Like is my music any differеnt from the dirt in the drain?
Will my spend my whole life looking for points in this game?
Or will I give up premature before there's light on my name?
I was never one for attention
Always thought I liked it when I got it felt too threatened
I can't stand the sound of my own name just being mentioned
Wish that could disappear, and still be deep within your interests
Pinch this skin of mine and tell me if I'm dreaming
Because I don't want this sight to be something that I believe in
Don't want to accept this shitty air that I am breathing
Sitting teething on some plastic to stay occupied and seeing
I get so tired of just being depressed
I guess I don't know myself enough to pass through this test
I appreciate the pain that I put into this mess
But I hate that its the only thing that's sounding the best

If I could make some happy music
Trust I wouldn't contest
Its just that everything around me leaves me scared and stressed
I got nothing in my life where I can speak and confess
All the bullshit that I'm hearing in my fucking bird nest
I'm gonna burn everything around me I ain't fucking round
I'm so done with being so ignored by all these fuck arounds
Insta fucking cock riders funny little joke arounds
No one gives a single flying fuck what you talking bout

I sense a cold rushed feeling beating down at my wrist
Looking through a dirty bottle in an ocean of piss
I have kissed bliss once, no god has answered my wish
How I could I believe in god? when only Satan exist
Seem like its gonna get worse before it starts to turn better
I need to lose this shitty mindset when I fail under pressure
I need to learn to just relax, this shit is all up to luck
But when I start believing that, begin to stop giving fucks

Aye yo its hell on earth
Who's next or gonna be first?
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one time
I ain't got to tell you
It's right in front of your eyes