Don't Bother

At the tone, please record your message When you have finished recording, you may hang up or press 1 for more options Hey, um, it's been a while since you've seen me I just wanted to check in and let you know I'm here I don't necessarily get it Hey man, I just wanted to call in and check on you I know you got a lot going on right now Are you seriously going to ignore my call I believe in you After we made plans Bro, you always do this shit You say everybody's a fake Everyone's a flake But when you make plans, nine times out of ten, it's you who chances It's not that no one wants to hang out with me It's that you don't want to hang out with us Or that you don't think you deserve funny I'm fed up I'm fed up with this shit I give up I'm done I'm sorry I promised I would change I promised I would do better But I'm just a fucking piece of shit I just keep fucking up everything I don't Try and find a motive It's starting to feel hopeless But I gotta keep going Gotta keep moving forward Where am I headed Can't put my trust in any of you Y'all deceptive Reach it for a piece He's no longer who I pretend to be If that's who you seek, put some concrete on your feet At the bottom isn't meant for me Tryna stay ahead of the curve Tryna figure what is my worth I struggle with my words Who am I Classic case of tragedy That was in rewind Whose tryna play it safe Just give me space and time Not trying to be played for pawn Hence why all my towers are in place We ain't Dutch, but that's how I defend my base My bishop has me questioning my faith Most of these hoes aren't in my league They the type I wouldn't buy ring She's the type I would give a ring If I'm needing a fling, I don't need her to cling She keeps me in check as if I was her King This bitch is a Gambit, not even the Queen It makes no sense why they pretend that they get me, they end up my enemy Now they trying to be friendly Frankly, I fake how I feel Don't be sorry Be better Then pursue this endeavor I Promised I wouldn't ever stoop to this level But too many of you fucks left a chip on my shoulder I think I told her I need to let go of this boulder I never fold to assumption Cause I'm not in construction of drama Unable to see Understanding the tricks up my sleeve My glorious purpose was being opposite of being attracted to thee Simply, my cards prove the gift that my hand has given me Fucking hell, dude You know, like, I originally had a different kind of intention with this song But this beat's getting me kind of feeling different If you know what I mean Like, I just can't A veracious vendetta filled vixen who would viciously bury his victims underneath a deck with ventilation Never meant to vacation at the afterlife No drinks to be named after Like V, that was the fee Solitude to the quiet life Ended up haunting my nights till a deal broke through the realm of dreams Wake up to reality You're begging to be free to a fortune and great fame at the cost of your name As appealing as instant gains Your instincts suggest patience is the game You've never been one to gamble your life away That won't ever change Your chance of moving forward is the only way you'll break loose of these chains Nothing is what it seems A nuisance since I started pursuing this music till I collapse and up losing my focus for only a moment It only takes a minute to lose my motive I was down abusing a bottle every second for six months I got replaced with what I thought was true love F*ck Down in the gutter Barely able to utter any respect for the man that I see in the mirror Till it became crystal clear Realizing what steered me in this direction was my obsession to reflect upon my past My presence is a menace to those made of glass My tongue is made of gold My hand is made of silver My ass is made of cash I'm bringing down Arasaka like Hiroshima in the past Sound of silence from the lambs I be damn stuck in the grips Can I get a fucking grip for a moment Just for another moment Put the bullet to the membrane Act like I don't exist Anyways, what the f*ck was I even saying Like, what the f*ck was I even saying The green getting me in a mood where it turns out my tunes need a little fix it up Fix it, Felix I ain't dealing with the bullshit my outfit suggests I ain't appealing I ain't displaying the lack of conviction I'm addictive so I must ask How's your day been I ain't sure where I'm headed but we'll see where it goes F*ck You are Death And I don't mean it metaphorically or rhetorically or poetically or theoretically or in any other fancy way I'm death Straight up