I feel like my head's gonna blow up late Lee Alphen trying to write down rhymes 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 getting fired,
my gun's my bitch,
Won't you let me close my eyes I'm getting kind of dizzy No,
fuck,
Why give a shit?,
Why get free?,
Why get shit?,
Now we got back to the verse Every time I spit my lyrics it gets worse and worse,
I'm writing I should be dreaming But there's nothing I can't do to make,
All that I've 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 six-rate for the album,
Try avoiding the fail but don't worry my pig does not fill the blankets 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,
Yeah, I'm getting fired,
my gun's my bitch Won't you let me close my eyes I'm getting kind of dizzy No,
fuck,
Why give a shit?,
Why get free?,
Why get shit?,
Why get free?,
Why get free?,
Why get free?,
Stop!,
Stop! What are you doing here?,
I'll make you sleep if you want it enough,
I'll make you sleep if you want it enough,
Now take a sleep if you want it or not,
Now take a sleep if you want it or not,
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA,
Why is the sleep I am free,
I am free Why is the sleep I am free, I am free