Living, living
Uh, uh (Is it recording?)
Wheezy Beats
I’m living out my own demise
The type of shit I seen, it leave a nigga traumatized
I’m balancing out all my lows, I be under high, yeah, and they wonder why
Little do they realize, or see the pain behind my eyes
Feeling so unusual
It’s been that way for more than days, a couple years or so
They tell me that it’s my anxiety, like yeah, I know
They tell me that sobriety is the only road, road
The boat rocks, all night non-stop, yeah
High tide non-stop, I don’t wanna surf no more
I’m in hell but I don’t want it to be my turf no more
I feel Kurt Cobain, sometimes I can’t stand this earth no more
Drowning, drowning, where’s the shore?
And even though on land, when it rains, it pours
What’s the hope for? Uh, it’s what the dope for
Killing my pain like I’m sore, it’s not my body, it’s my heart
Can’t feel my body from the start
It’s tearing me apart
But I’m still a work of art
(But I’m still a work of art, uh)
I’m living out my own demise
The type of shit I seen, it leave a nigga traumatized
I’m balancing out all my lows, I be under high, yeah, and they wonder why
Little do they realize, or see the pain behind my eyes
Feeling so unusual
It’s been that way for more than days, a couple years or so
They tell me that it’s my anxiety, like yeah, I know
They tell me that sobriety is the only road, road