Wading

[Chorus: Tanqueray Loc and Jada Lynn]
I'm wading
Through the darkness and I can't feel anything, at all
And I'll be fine, don't pretend to worry or act
Like you've got the time, for me
And I can walk alone
I feel like I've been doing it all my nights
So stay, or you can go
The man in the mirror will find another vice
To ruin my life, keep losing the fight
I can't do anything right

[Verse: Twisted Insane]
They told me that I wasn't good enough
(Just a bit more practice, you're not quite there yet)
They told me that I need to go and quit (Quit, you suck)
They told me everybody doesn't see it
Non-believers, obvious they only want me at the bottom of there sleepin' in some shit (Nobody else really sees it...)
Did it by myself and went and started up the brain (Brainsick nigga)
People started switchin' on me, shit is really strange (Ooh)
Funny how they switch up on you just to get some fame
Took 'em out the gutter with the love and now they wanna get to smotherin' your name
Runnin for you but you never show up
I ain't even playin' wit' you buddy
Anywhere you want it, it can go up
Ain't nobody playin' wit' your money
Party in the buildin' it can blow up
Already got me faded, going dummy
Heard they wanna squash it but you know it
Ain't nobody thinkin' it was funny
I don't know why people thinkin' that I fuckin' act wrong
When I pull up on you and I caught you out to catch a fade
Now where the fuck's your backbone?
Ain't nobody hatin' I was waitin' for you but you never showed up, I went back home
Got back on the bus and then I heard they got to diggin' in your asshole with a strap on
I don't think I got my fuckin' facts wrong
Niggas up in life and they be all cap
Get around somebody with some fame and they change up on you thinkin' that they all that
Funny how you give somebody life and get the knife and get to dicin' at your ball cap
I'd rather be back in the streets, sellin' my CD to the people like a fuckin' mall rat
Bitches better fall back
Niggas tryna go and pin me like im fuckin' Suge
Been in a family I never had advantages for doin' all the fuckin' shit I could
Maybe I should quit but fans'll tell me they still ride behind me, by myself I always should
I will never let them take me out the game I feel the pain I went and said it now I'm good
I ain't got no tour bus, no stereo fuck it (fuck it)
I ain't got no millions, and no radio budget (budget)
I ain't go no one but self, no help, no nothin' (nothin')
Barely got the money in my pocket for English muffin (fuck it)
Would you dance with the devil, and then sell your soul
Take a bag on 'em for the half time Superbowl ho
Would you kill your blood brother for another pot of gold
Every day you taught another lesson I will never open doors (no)

[Chorus: Tanqueray Loc and Jada Lynn]
I'm wading
Through the darkness and I can't feel anything, at all
And I'll be fine, don't pretend to worry or act
Like you've got the time, for me
And I can walk alone
I feel like I've been doing it all my nights
So stay, or you can go
The man in the mirror will find another vice
To ruin my life, keep losing the fight
I can't do anything right