Without Love

Yeah I just wanna sit and create and all these people left around man that shit complicate But I been ripping my vibes doing this shit everyday but they don't like the fucking sounds new shit on my plate new shit on the way
Never feeling the same never ripping my vibes you never feeling my brain
Shit I'm stuck in this lane
I'm a shitty white rapper what the fuck is to say
Buddies stuck with the pain
All the talent from his lips
But he's stuck with his name
Everlasting with my bitch
Like the blood in his veins
Never really give a shit
Bruh I'm fucking insane
Never fill the void with money
That I fucking attain uh

And somehow I been staying addicted
Tryna take some more smoke just to cover my vision Tryna tear your torso
Right out its position
And my heart is torn so
I'm never fucking with bitches
Bro I'm fucking prestigious
With me screaming gods name like you fucking religious
Got me pulling more brain
Than I fucking intended
Why don't you stay in your lane bro keep minding your business
Am I even okay can I finish my sentence
Claim that I'm the bad guy but you is the menace
And every time that I tried yeah I hit the limit
And every time that I'm high yeah
Life be worth living
And every time that I'm not it's

Fuck living life i'm just done with this shit
I might try so hard to get
Right Out of
Harder to stay here when I'm
Without love

Bitch I don't wanna feel alone
I been buzzing since 01 been living broke
So I been hustling rhymes but it don't
Even show
So why the Days change all while the seasons don't
So while my age changes I don't even grow
Life rearranges and it seems so cold
You think you fucking numb but you don't even Know
Trauma in her eyes is looking
Beautiful
Uh

Out of my smoke so I need to start sipping
Family is broke but you need your prescription
Think this a place of home this a place of addiction I'm Erasing my goals I just hate this position I'm just hating my vision
I'm just hating the
Business pain that's on my shoulders
That's a Weighted decision
I'll be hated when I'm older
I'll be wasted my living
They be hating the cold I still be hating my image uh

It's like eyes stare locked and loaded
And as soon as I glare you get a awkward
Tone And I ain't even all there
But I'm walking home
Does anyone I know care
Yeah Probably no
You don't hit my phone
You don't care a lot
Just sit alone
Just swear at god
Keep telling you can't Fill my spot
Just hoping I could get killed or shot
Uh