Too Fast

Head filled with weed smoke Shout out to the most dope Rapping like I don't choke Energy with no coke Tryna keep my head straight Like a white line Try to make decisions At the right time Girl you're looking too fine I can't even comprehend Got me thinking you're the kind That all of the angels send And We could make out to your favorite song I'll try to tell you how I feel Hope I don't say it wrong I'm fucking losing my grip I try to stand but I slip I'm steady living off rips Not drinking heavy I sip I'm tryna get back on track But I'm still stuck in the past My mind can barely relax My thoughts are moving too fast Yeah yeah My head is screwy but the raps are groovy Roll the blunt and pass it to me Roll another absolutely Maybe two just cuz i'm feeling moody Let's just lay around and watch some movies You be Yeah Talking to me like I'm perfect Treat you like a fucking queen because I know that you deserve it We be chatting every day we like to dig below the surface And with everything I say try to show you what your worth is Perfect But I'm still working through some issues Still waking up next to a bunch of tissues Tryna stay away from it but still sipping on the booze And I'm spending all my money on some weed and some tattoos I'm fucking losing my grip I try to stand but I slip I'm steady living off rips Not drinking heavy I sip I'm tryna get back on track But I'm still stuck in the past My mind can barely relax My thoughts are moving too fast Yeah yeah Yeah Don't play with me With the way you're speaking you be living dangerously Like to tease and get to me but you just wait and see I see cupid and he's got his arrow aimed at me I'm waiting anxiously But i gotta work on myself Feel like your all I need But I don't know how to get help And I always isolate alone I just want a home to call my own But I still know if you called my phone I would pick up all progress gone And Hands they keep shaking At the point they call breaking No I may not seem vacant But I lost the conversation With my hands in my pockets No I am not obnoxious I'm just stuck I'm my conscious Wondering where a lock is I'm fucking losing my grip I try to stand but I slip I'm steady living off rips Not drinking heavy I sip I'm tryna get back on track But I'm still stuck in the past My mind can barely relax My thoughts are moving too fast Yeah yeah I'm falling over trying To stand but I can't hide it The fact that i'm gon lose it Barely control my movements Don't look at me like I'm stupid Don't count on me when you're choosing No please don't count on me No please don't count on me No please don't count on me