requiem (STiLL LST)

I'm still lost Trying to find myself I'm exhausted Think a vice might help Clean my thoughts Got to hide my guilt Yeah, Keep me stuck in my dreams I need a hit again Yeah poor that liquor in And let me sip on that Want to feel different than the nigga I really am I got no feelings bitch Back and forth with decision when Trying to sort out addiction and petty shit Forget it, ignoring my sicknesses F*ck Any whore that be interested Selfish and fucking up all my relationships Cause of my lust and my hunger for dangerous Behavior the shit is destructive on cranium This drink got me feeling above what I say I am Thought it would take me out the darkness Investments to make it as an artist Hasn't felt the same since I started Niggas just hate on shit regardless Refuse to believe that the weed is holding me back Fam been supporting my dreams so long I feel taxed Start to feel guilty for things that I shouldn't have F*ck it just poor my drink, and fill it with half I'm still lost Trying to find myself I'm exhausted Think a vice might help Clean my thoughts Got to hide my guilt Yeah, Keep me stuck in my dreams I'm still lost Trying to find myself I'm exhausted Think a vice might help Clean my thoughts Got to hide my guilt Yeah, Keep me stuck in my dreams I got to flip the script I need to hit the gym Focus on getting fit Built with a will to win I cannot give a shit What niggas think me Put down this liquor and Quit being distant with Family and friends again I cannot slip on this I got to get a grip Else its the end of izz What I write if depressing or fun Is not for attention or love It's the feeling getting a rush Like meth when injected in your blood I swear the industry becoming so fake Got you believing that you suck without fame No way out we stuck and sunk in place Sick of waiting here for something to change F*ck being slave I'm a bust Up out of the chains I'm a run Watch out for snakes when they come Catch something laced in your blunt I'm a roll it my own I quit trying to go with the flow I'm sick hoping I'll blow Sound like a motive for hoes Whole world is loaded with clones and I'm still lost Trying to find myself I'm exhausted Think a vice might help Clean my thoughts Got to hide my guilt Yeah, Keep me stuck in my dreams I'm still lost Trying to find myself I'm exhausted Think a vice might help Clean my thoughts Got to hide my guilt Yeah, Keep me stuck in my dreams I'm still lost Trying to find myself I'm exhausted Think a vice might help Clean my thoughts Got to hide my guilt Yeah, Keep me stuck in my dreams