Demons

Every night I hot-box in the driveway Trapped inside my mind, I don't know how to clear my headspace So I try to numb it, downing bottles till they empty Running from myself, it's been a while since I've felt ok I'm not Ok Truth is that I'm angry, and I'm afraid Angry at the world, afraid that all that's left is more pain All I see around me are the demons trapped in my brain They're beating me to death, sometimes I wish this was my last day I'm not OK I'm not OK with the way I'm living, I can't go on like this everyday Sitting outside all by myself, hoping my problems fade away I try to hide my demons inside this ganja and all these bottles Running from the truth, that's the hardest pill for me to swallow I feel so empty, my heart is full, but my soul is hollow Got people who love me, I love them back, but all I feel is sorrow Every day that passes by, wake up and I wanna cry I go to work for pennies by the hour, wasting all my time For a corporation that would replace me the day I die It's an endless cycle we're trapped in, most of us let it slide All we know is structure, we go from school to a 9-5 Got no time to dream, the bills are stacking, we need to survive You only live once, but honestly, I wouldn't call this living Working till you die, knowing good and well, it won't make a difference Barely getting by, desperately praying for something different Crying out, God, why do you hate me, I don't fucking get it Every night I hot-box in the driveway Trapped inside my mind, I don't know how to clear my headspace So I try to numb it, downing bottles till they empty Running from myself, it's been a while since I've felt ok I'm not Ok Truth is that I'm angry, and I'm afraid Angry at the world, afraid that all that's left is more pain All I see around me are the demons trapped in my brain They're beating me to death, sometimes I wish this was my last day I'm not OK Every night when I come home, I hot-box in my car alone Up all night, trapped in my mind, while I write music on my phone That is the way that I cope with all these demons in my head Everyone's got problems, from the day you're born until you're dead That is how the world works, you're expected to suffer in silence Be a mindless zombie to society, strictly compliant Go scrap your ambition, forget ever catching your dreams Chase em all you want, but in the end, it's never happening That's the code, the way we live, fuck that, something's got to give It seems to me that life is nothing more than pain and stupid shit A bunch of fake friends and family, not one of them understand me No one gives a fuck about Dakota till I'm winning Grammys Once I'm stacking money, watch how fucking quick these people switch I'll have to move and change my number just to get ya'll off my dick Homies hit me up for jobs, mom will want a place to stay If you're not with me when I'm down, when I'm up, please stay away Every night I hot-box in the driveway Trapped inside my mind, I don't know how to clear my headspace So I try to numb it, downing bottles till they empty Running from myself, it's been a while since I've felt ok I'm not Ok Truth is that I'm angry, and I'm afraid Angry at the world, afraid that all that's left is more pain All I see around me are the demons trapped in my brain They're beating me to death, sometimes I wish this was my last day I'm not OK