I feel like my head's gonna blow up late Lee,
I've been trying to write down runs that,
I think that I find But I can't find the time so I'm stuck in,
a fucking loop line I can't think,
my voice crack synchronized,
with the beat but I'm sure this is shit So I throw it up and repeat the process,
I try avoiding and mess with the words like this I'm dizzy,
writing a song Nobody will listen but I still got a drop down and a fraction,
I'm enraged and your ears are gonna be furthest out of my script Yeah,
I'm sick Well, I'm getting tired Now goodbye,
bitch Won't you let me close my eyes?,
I'm getting tired of this shit No,
fuck,
Why give a shit?,
Why get beat?,
Why get shit?,
Now we got back to reverse Every time I spit my lyrics it gets worse and worse,
I'm writing, I should be dreaming But there's nothing I can do to make it all that I thought,
I'm writing the way they've been making them I know I should really stop but I won't and it's dumb,
My brain, I'm getting very good at making bad decisions Now I'm writing lyrics out of bottom,
I can't even see straight for the album,
Try avoiding the fail but the words I picked do not fill the blankest,
Fuck, I'm a loser, I'm a failure These thoughts I said I would never,
The munchies are gonna grow hard tonight But I know I shouldn't Stop!,
Well, I'm getting tired Now goodbye,
bitch,
Won't you let me close my eyes?,
I'm getting tired of this shit No,
fuck,
Why give a shit?,
Why get beat?,
Why get beat?,
Why get the shit?,
If I get beat,
I get beat!,
Stop!,
career,
another,
dead white,
I am free! I am free! Why does the deep fire burn?,
I am free!,
Fuck you!