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I'm in the backseat, car on hot, this box
I've been smoking lately
Back on the high, when around my guys
But I know they don't elevate me
Paranoid vibe when the folk run by, in my head
I know they hate me
Mind on freeze, not a time to be, in the hind
I was going crazy
I don't live out on the lavish side
I'm not outside in an AMG
Life like a birthday, oh three flipped nine eight
And that's word to Bailey
Twenty one hit from the sidelines, twenty five soon
And that age ain't tame me
I was on Randall's Is- couple years, like five, or more
Insanity
I came from the Backroads times, when the psychs hit mine
I done felt it daily
Lost in the void, was a force, not a choice
But I let that cycle take me
Man to a boy, wasn't planned to devoid, but I'm lost and I can't
Un-phase me
Lost on the road, need some gas, or a smoke
And I'll live right off that mainly
I'm in the backseat, car on hot, this box
I've been smoking lately
Back on the high, when around my guys
But I know they don't elevate me
Paranoid vibe when the folk run by, in my head
I know they hate me
Mind on freeze, not a time to be, in the hind
I was going crazy
Sippin' up, losing that I drive that I have inside
And I must attend that
Had long talk with the love of my life
And I found out I'm not an empath
Empathy
Breaking my heart, I done hijacked grief
And I hope that I'll one day mend that
Empathy
I just be drained with the words I say
And I wish that I had not said that
Empathy
I'm at a point where if I don't rejoice or maximize my potential
I could take a straight forward throw and I'd run it on home
But I'll fall at the end zone
I could see Dad in the corner, Mama lil scorn
And my friends depressed so
Watching me fumble potential
Watching me fumble potential
Im in the front seat, car on swerve, I'm drunk
Even after 'twenty
Haven't learned shit from my suffering and it's clear
I done showed it plenty
Wish I had someone to talk to, someone who'd care
But I don't have many
Wondering what do y'all see when this life I lead is the one you envy
I've been hiding my sadness with this
Energy you've been hearing
Still at home at two four and haven't moved out
There's so much I'm fearing
I don't even like songs I make at this point
My ears have been bleeding
I set myself up for failure
My eyes has been tearing
I be low-key craving drugs still
My end has been nearing
I don't tell anyone 'bout it though
I don't need their pity
Take it with grain of the salt, when I be upbeat
The feeling is fleeting
I ain't meet any of my idols though
God is the one I'll be meeting

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