Zoloft

Out of mind state, the time done made me gyrate You said that I could fly, didn't factor all the migranes Pupils anti-dilated, passing as if I ate I guess it's safe to say the pacing faster than what I make Stresses weighing on me like the spotty beaming on my face Audience been staring as if I'm supposed to dance and pray Seasoned psycho magic, but for me it makes the darkness stay Nimbus clouds been heavy, heaving hefty, hail been on the way For the longest felt like I've been drifting sideways In time the car was flipped since I decide to do it my way Stumble through the ups and down, patience just to wait it out Staging when the gain is loud, phone always on vibrate I hate it when the placement make me feel like I ain't good enough Working on my contributions, hoping for a bit of love The statements made been in my head few too many times Wish that I could say it only came out in my rhymes My parents don't believe in psychotherapy or drugs Only did it cause the shit I tried before wasn't enough Drink that bottle, went to sleep and woke up with my stomach fucked Momma helped me clean it up, baking soda and some gloves My ex would always tell me how she loved me to the moon Couldn't feel it cause inside my system raged a monsoon Raiding tombs, reminiscing bout her made me Lara Croft Thinking bout this shit like once a day, call it Zoloft Ayo Every morning I wake up in a daze Am I living? Did I pass through the maze? Pass through the maze, pass, pass through the maze Couldn't finish what I had to, it's late He been banging on the door for some days Days, banging on the door for some days I'm so tired of this never ending chase Put your money where your mouth is Hand me a plate I been dreaming of some land out of state Couple kids, keep the food stamps away I been working shawty gotta get paid No more texting, read you like a fuckin' page I been working shawty gotta get paid Paid, working shawty gotta get paid No more texting, read you like a fuckin' page If you wanna reach me for another statement Tell my lawyer how you wanted all my cake Painting pictures through the bars of the cage Some descriptions of the hate and the change Hate and the change, hate, hate and the change Next time we gon' set the fuckin' pace Every morning I wake up to her face Every morning I wake up to her face