Can you see the pain in my eyes
fucking tired of losing this fight .
Tired of losing track of time ,
Hard to tell day from night
Can you see my demons inside
Yelling , kicking , screaming
GET HIGH .
Hustling tryna stay on my grind ,
Tired of seeing bubbles light
Living like it’s do or die .
Give me a sign
can’t make up my mind
Bust out a line
Or Fight for life ,
Justifying the highs ,
This can’t be right .
Am I really okay to die ?
Steady talking bout tryna get right ,
But all I’m doing is getting high .
And to tell you the truth ,
It’s a blessin to be in blue
Thank you momma , I know it was you who called em .
I was so disgusted with my self behind doors ,
And I know you seen the tears falling .
On my own
Ida never stopped ,
I was so addicted ,
Ida kept on going
till my body dropped .
I was fucked up
Screaming fuck a cop ,
Funny now
Cuz I’m fucked up
Laying on a cot .
Can you see the pain in my eyes
fucking tired of losing this fight .
Tired of losing track of time ,
Hard to tell day from night
Can you see my demons inside
Yelling , kicking , screaming
GET HIGH .
Hustling tryna stay on my grind ,
Tired of seeing bubbles light
Living like it’s do or die .
Give me a sign
Can’t make up my mind ,
Bust out a line ,
Or Fight for life .
Justifying the highs ,
This can’t be right .
Am I really okay to die ?
Don’t need no new friends ,
Stay the fuck from round me ,
Shut you down proudly ,
No overcrowding
I don’t need you round me
All you lames is drowning ,
Fix ya face , ya pouting
And maybe I’m pressed up ,
But I really can’t trust much ,
Anybody with a brain
Whacked from the neck up .
Perverse and insane
Averting the blame
Cuz I know I’m the same
Submerged in the game
Immersed in the pain
Reversing my ways
Unsure in a daze
Cursing my name
Turn back into haze
Worse in the face
Relapse to the days
Found in the pen ,
Profound once again .
A sound I repent ,
Bound to my sin .
Can you see the pain in my eyes
fucking tired of losing this fight .
Tired of losing track of time ,
Hard to tell day from night
Can you see my demons inside
Yelling , kicking , screaming
GET HIGH .
Hustling tryna stay on my grind ,
Tired of seeing bubbles light
Living like it’s do or die .
Give me a sign
can’t make up my mind
Bust out a line
Or Fight for life ,
Justifying the highs ,
This can’t be right .
Am I really okay to die ?
hayse