Crowded (feat. MorrisTheFlorist)

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It's never felt so crowded in an empty room
If i could just disimagine this old cloudy gloom
I got so stuck in my head, i fully lost the view
I lost sight of the truth...
Sorting out a panic attack, i'm manic in fact
The fat drunk mannequin's back, apparel is black
I'm keeping to myself, distant, the pissing
Of people
Needle prick equal to the point of steeple that I'm climbing to.
I ain't find the truth in biding my time, subsiding the line
Trying to get on track, a 30 rack got me watching my back and stacking the facts
That I lost all my past to a devilish lass lash
Cashed out without last laughs that's a bad a rash
Scabbing from grass stained cash grabs
And fat dabs
That left me on my fat ass
Pardon my language, but karma is hating
My carnal desires and parting with anguish
My targets to face it and leave it case closed
Like I'm starting to pay it forward but I'm cornered
Whats your debt looking like?
It's never felt so crowded in an empty room
If i could just disimagine this old cloudy gloom
I got so stuck in my head, i fully lost the view
I lost sight of the truth...
Fist clinched round a rifth
Dripped down my throat quick
Tip back
Watch the shift in my dome twitch
Send mixed messages more than my socks mix matched
But listen
I'ma set it straight
I'm not doing fine
But I got cooling nine
If I get outta mind
Or you get outta line
Sending signs to these half-sized, Mac-bite trash fuckers
And your 16's just a pint size that i drank after supper
Get it straight
I been breaking bars since Geeb and i were
Scraping plates
And if i see her face i know i'll vomit
Butterflies in my stomach making moshpits
And i can't holler 'less i got her back
I ain't got her back
Can barely get myself up
After trashin, cashing out, fastening my belt
Taking baby steps just to get to a couch
How i'm 'posed to hold it down for you
How i'm 'posed to buy a house for you
When i drown
My soul in pounds
Of loud and counts of crown
Now i'm taking shots
While i write this down
I'm taking time to fix myself
But please don't
Wait
I think i'm shaking, craving, making things harder
Finding fodder for my lifestyle
Night owl
Lights out
Please don't pipe down
I don't wanna kill your buzz, i'm just sorta stuck
And i'm kinda sick
And i got fix
If you've gotta problem
But i know you fine, so just stay astray
I'm just ash from a cigarette flying away
No pay for play i'm just made for fame
Crash and burn if i see the day...
It's never felt so crowded in an empty room
If i could just disimagine this old cloudy gloom
I got so stuck in my head, i fully lost the view
I lost sight of the truth...

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