(Not) Stable

Suicidal, I make not make it I hope you wait for me Basket case, I might switch my face And if I'm still here, homie better pray for me And if you're made for me Do I hold back, and let it weigh on me Face my fears, and bleed out the sea Cause this dick ain't free, but it sure ain't wealthy I'm sprouting money trees Interlace my lines Codec in my rhymes Bitch you better fucking Hit me on my line I ain't Kodak, I won't beat you But I'm prolly still a waste of time Hide away and grind Still obtuse with my rhymes What I'm saying is I think I fucking love you And I wanna know if I'm just wasting time Still thinking I'm a waste of time Self esteem, raise it up Pretty risky, so I duck I'm a coward, never test my luck Whippin' off the cuffs Sedated or erupt If I never found another woman, I'd just call it luck I can't trust myself, I'm still fucking stuck