April 2nd

Look I'll keep it a hundred Not someone to be fucked with Not someone you're just done with and Not someone to have brunch with I mean He's the one to have brunch with He's the one to throw ass with He's the one to talk shit with Only a kid grow into a goat Cry me a river? Couldn't fill up a moat Cold hearted with the heated floors Since you departed life's an open door Open book but I'll fill it with quotes The way that I write The way that I write You'd think there's three of me in a trench coat Yeah I don't know how to feel Stuck in a place that's not ideal Emotionally blocked but I'm spinning the wheel Please just tell me this isn't real Like Seeing red when I see your teal Don't tell me how I should feel The soles of my forces are worn and the leather is torn Grew up in the streets give me a blackboard and some chalk I'll draw a map of the city every street that I've walked How can you run this shit if you only do the talk not walk the walk? Kicked to the curb I was thrown on the floor Tales of trauma hidden behind close doors Born into a house with my parents at war Grew up in a house dad won't call anymore Living room filled with death and prayers Only a child when I was kicked down the stairs How can I love when my hearts in despair Hating myself and pulling out my hair Rain fell when I took my knife Called my best friend and my day-one wife Blood in the shower attempt on my life Been drowning since I took my knife Bloodied shirt and a scarred up wrist Seeing tomorrow isn't on my list Liquor in my veins and it's forming a cyst Anxiety's a high I just can't resist Yeah I don't know how to feel Stuck in a place that's not ideal Emotionally blocked but I'm spinning the wheel Please just tell me this isn't real Like Seeing red when I see your teal Don't tell me how I should feel Hope for the best but expecting the worst Seen loved ones drive away in a herse Bars unscripted can't be rehearsed Seen hell with my eyes tomorrow can't be worse Dark surrounds you in search of the light I'll do what it costs but ill do what's right Gave too much to give up my rights Don't be tweaking never back out of a fight Eyes open to the ones who shut out Tall Poppy Season it's hard to make it out Ego bright but hidden by a shadow Bull with horns holding on with a lasso Open up the door see what's in store Alcohol on the shelf but more on the floor Follow the pills and it leads to gore still asking if I should be here anymore Yeah I don't know how to feel Stuck in a place that's not ideal Emotionally blocked but I'm spinning the wheel Please just tell me this isn't real Like Seeing red when I see your teal Don't tell me how I should feel