Wishing Life Away

Five out of seven days I hate it Wasting all my time Sat here working for this pay check Wishing life away Life away Wishing life away All I think about is how I'm gunna make it If it doesn't happen Then my life, I'll have to take it Wishing life away Life away Wishing life away My minds fried out I mean this has to be my time right now I've started questioning everything that I might write down So tonight I've decided I'm gunna vibe right out I need to escape, this place gives me the creeps Wait The thought of never receiving a break Is leaving me hating myself for never redeeming my place In the playlist of emcees and musicians when I had the chance, woah I let it slip out of my hands though Met with Columbia Records but the deal got cancelled Started doubting everything I'd planned for Upped sticks, moved to a city and now I'm back on it Spent the last few months bumping Ab-Soul with Blackstar, Travis Scott, Pac, Ross, Madvillian Earl Sweatshirt, Uzi Vert, ASAP Rocky Now I'm a monster made up of several different parts homie I write shit so sick your ass shat vomit But Jack's raps aren't spat, the tracks conjured (Possessed) Barely recognise myself in the mirror (The best) Thing to happen to rap in the flesh, yes Still got an attitude problem, fuck it I don't care about nuthin' Stuffing hearing aids in my anus because my shit is deaf I'm still offending everyone, at least that's something Five out of seven days I hate it Wasting all my time Sat here working for this pay check Wishing life away Life away Wishing life away All I think about is how I'm gunna make it If it doesn't happen Then my life, I'll have to take it Wishing life away Life away Wishing life away Now for a while I thought I wouldn't fit in like Juices hand But then I had this ruthless plan Started cutting out the snakes from Medusa's bangs And focussed everything I have on making stupid tracks But they keep sleeping on my art (Bob Ross) Well this my fire in the park (Compost) Coldest on the mic, smother me in hot sauce Still freeze you in your place in no time, Bernard's Watch This office space is a toxic place Wondering how it got this way after your college days Doctors are thinking that I'm strange I'm dusting off the eleven gauge, flip shit upside down when the hopper sprays Someone approached me for a pic I crouched and I posed like Ghostface did on the video that he sent to Action Bronson You thought I'd given in? That's some nonsense You pack of nonces can eat a dick I was specifically given this gift to be vividly And exquisitely spitting this imagery over these symphonies If this was meant for me, this life relentlessly testing me, repeatedly kicking me I'm at the end of my wick, it seems If I wickedly, explicitly trickle out these lyrics And keep insinuating that I'm the biggest thing in the scene And critics keep on killing me on the news feeds and streams Now I'm everywhere like HIV in Charlie Sheen Five out of seven days I hate it Wasting all my time Sat here working for this pay check Wishing life away Life away Wishing life away All I think about is how I'm gunna make it If it doesn't happen Then my life, I'll have to take it Wishing life away Life away Wishing life away