Back On The Pills

I don't wanna sound mad, I feel marvelous, I feel marvelous I'm right back on the pills, don't give a f*ck about how I feel When I'm back off um, yeah, when I'm back off um Cause after I'll be here without you, so either way I feel awful, yeah, I feel awful Yo, I'm back up on these pills, even though I know you left me cause um Cause since the day you dipped, I'm just sick and tired of feeling nothing Trust this, this constant subtle buzzing doesn't sub as The cuddles, love, or struggles, or how we mix them when we fucking Listen, listen, listen, the shit I kick is mad different Tired of living how I get it, now I get it how I'm living Trying to focus on my art, but I need a savior and a pharmacist To save me from this dark abyss, that as of late my heart is in The trouble with raw talent, trying to find a way to harness it I don't panic, I just spark a spliff and burn down like an arsonist Cause life ain't always easy as a self-doubting narcissist But piece apart the bar I spit, a thesis from a Harvard kid Motherfuckers I do this shit for real, I told them DB I do this for real Bring that hook back I'm right back on the pills, don't give a f*ck about how I feel When I'm back off um, yeah, when I'm back off um Cause after I'll be here without you, so either way I feel awful, yeah, I feel awful I'm mixing Xannies and Perks, they got me acting out like Golden Globes Compose, opposing, flows, combining molten bars and frozen flows Should've took a lower dose, I'm blanking out, comatose I better introduce myself before I fucking overdose Who the f*ck is EakDaFreak? Oh, you mean that new scrub That kid who never grew up, who dropped on track and blew up He's such a fucking nissance, heard all he does is screw sluts and do drugs Have you heard his fucking new stuff, ugh My crew be stupid, goofy, roofing roofies while on acid trips Constantly catching flack for the tracks that I stay snapping at Y'all chasing clout on purpose, watch me catch this shit on accident Rappers claim they woke but couldn't quote a line of Tacitus You flow as hard as flaccid dicks, your critique of me is analogous To a comic of Muhammad, condemning Ramadan is sacrilegious Stop how I'm a god now, to diss me would be blasphemous And flow so dope you hoes could overdose on half a gram of this I'm right back on the pills, don't give a f*ck about how I feel When I'm back off um, yeah, when I'm back off um Cause after I'll be here without you, so either way I feel awful, yeah, I feel awful