Sleepless

People know I got good in my soul, in my characteristics Almost come to blows with myself on a daily Gunna' lead to some mischief I could donate, a million to the hungry but it's still the ugly that sticks Like batter to chicken strips Then my switch flipped, like the bounce on hydraulics, I'm sorry, lil' mama, I didn't mean to hurt Didn't realize the damage I could do with words I know there's no reparation in me writing this verse Nor is there use, in drowning issues, with the drugs and the drink Cause that shit never works, tried and I tried I for sure made it worse The love that we had's in the back of the hearse Right next to my heart is it's plot in the dirt I'm sorry I never could make this shit work Yours truly, your friend, forever T York Yeah, yours truly, your friend, forever T York It's really been a minute Since I've seen the sun Really no rest for the wicked Pour myself another gin and club Baby girl, why you trippin'? I've been giving you all of this love I'm tryna get this music thing poppin', maybe buy a crib in Inglewood And they say hard work beats talent, But I'm not certain that it beats luck Too many afraid to make a move on a risk, All it takes is for one to pay off So I'm lobbin' to myself off the back, board I got way too much drive to lay up My confidence been at an all-time high But on myself, maybe I've bet too much Tired of the politics, commit arson on Parliament I bet the mother of my first daughter look just like Harley Quinn Probably into gnarly shit, I can't predict the future But I've got a feeling, I stack a billion and call it quits I've always wanted material things Like a wrist full of diamonds that glitter and gleam Couldn't tell me it was probably out of reach When I dropped out of high school at seventeen I was not ready for the real world yet, So I went back and graduated on time still Now I just work to pay bills, And I work to pay bills And I search for cheap thrills, Used to wonder why they would abuse the pain pills A coping method for the days in and days out Sometimes I find myself curious, How running from these demons through a minefield plays out It's really been a minute Since I've seen the sun Really no rest for the wicked Pour myself another gin and club Baby girl, why you trippin'? I've been giving you all of this love I'm tryna get this music thing poppin', maybe buy a crib in Inglewood And they say hard work beats talent, But I'm not certain that it beats luck Too many afraid to make a move on a risk, All it takes is for one to pay off So I'm lobbin' to myself off the back, board I got way too much drive to lay up My confidence been at an all-time high But on myself, maybe I've bet too much