[Verse 1: cwason]
I miss my friends it's a couple lonely weeks
And these last few days I haven’t seen a single being
It occurs that I converse in my sleep
Chatting bad bitch Depop shawties in my dreams
Besides that I haven’t spoken to a soul
Mind is broken feeling null within the innards of my skull
Used to have a heartbeat, now I lack a pulse
Like the demons that be speaking in my head when I’m alone
I think that I should see a shrink, not a dealer
Bought a heater, and i'm bouta paint my mind on the ceiling
Hope it makes a pretty picture
Scarlet on the easel
Name at the bottom
Watch me sell it to the people
I been feeling lifeless
Never been the nicest
Look me in the face and see the hatred in my eyes bitch
See the hatred in my eyes bitch
I heard some people say that all they want is solitude
But when you try to follow through
That silence, it’ll swallow you
Got a couple dollars in my pocket I’’ll deposit to
Save up to realign my chakras, maybe buy some solid food
I feel like shit and all I ever eat is broth and soup
Sip and swallow all my meals cause I been too damn tired to chew
Satan hit me up with his addy, finna rendezvous
Back to his crib, he wanna talk about his problems too
[Verse 2: coldpizza]
I’m a bad person workin' to improve
I been steady yellin' curses at the ceiling in my room
Perfect’s not an option, got a demon for a conscience
Yo i really need to stop with the nonsense, odd flex
Pop percs then i curve responsibilities
I’m swervin with agility, i’m liquid off a 40
Stackin up my resume, employers still ignore me
Dreamin' through the day cause the days always bore me
Yeah i think that i’d happier asleep
I could ask for a mask and then hide behind tweets
I wish i that i could brighten up your week, i won’t make you feel frightened i’ll just light up all your feeds, but i can’t
I guess i’ll just accept it, i got a lotta friends but i’ll never feel accepted
I got some shit to do so i guess i’ll just neglect it
I got nothin to prove so i guess i’ll just forget it
I’m a lost cause, dawg, let me be
I just spent all weekend being scared of the week
Ask what’s fair? catch a n-air to the beak
I don’t care what you share, i’m just tired of the beef
Tired of the same shit claimin my days
Put my face to the pavement to feel for the strays
I feel the dismay, i feel the displacement
It’s real in the way, yeah i feel out of place
Solitude was written by cwason & Cold Pizza.
Solitude was produced by halberd.