[verse 01] I don't really really need this uhh I don't even want see you go We're the odd in this sequence And I just solve for the x and o Add an e and the sums this close Lovin me when I smoke that dro Lovin you when I drop this low I only lie cuz I'm scared to know What the fucks with the lame excuses Ain't shit guess i'm same as you I'm Finding love in the girls you knew and Finding new in this love with you I ain't really trying to fight I swear you always want my time I've Been trying to make this music and keep money on my mind Ain't no time to fall in love i'm fucking far from being fine Contemplating suicide in every day that I'm alive I've been loving all these women as this empty shell of mine Finding purpose to this madness I feel worthless all the time [Chorus] You said you'd always hold me down But I don't want you around [verse 02] You've been looking through my phone bitch I keep that shit to self We ain't never been together always fucking someone well - i Guess my niggas always right cuz you had left with some else I'm just the upper to depression you just need some other help I swear to god I want to choke you watch you stab me in the neck All the words are just as empty as the love we both profess If togetherness is a fragile stable broken through a text I guess my dick wasn't enough to keep your mind and body wet I guess the oceans just a parasite that feeds on Luna's tide I guess the motions in the moon because the sun won't ever shine I guess depressions in this bottle cuz I'm lonely all the time I guess expression just as fragile cuz theres breaks in every line We're just perforated pages waiting splitting where we hide Subtle simple seams in normalcy the witness holding dimes Making quarters out of dollars I've been changing all the while But I just beg for over standings why I never crack a smile [Chorus] You said you'd always hold me down But I don't want you around

[verse 01] all the homies need me smilin they dont want to see me crippled bloody sickle like a sinkhole in my chest i feel a little take my soul up out my ribs inject my thoughts into the fickle turn the church into a martyr firestarter burn the picture of a saint around the people speaking space into the seconds empty moments run together bang my head against the nexus contain my sadness and anger the saviour because i miss her pull apart in the quake as i shake and my chakra fissures if i ever got a second chance to stay in ICU fuck that bitch fuck that bitch all those pills were cuz of you no holding hold on the fact that my act is the leaving pieces i'm a demon in humans clothing --- still no molding the skin to skeleton filling this filthy closet i owe my soul to the moshes i'm nauseous and busy settling very verily meddling -- all thoughts are irrelevant -- this is a sickness you know feeling the ceiling is crumbling niggas are fucking with e-ve-ry bitch that i know you is a hoe [hook] trapped in a wormhole YAH YAH YAH YAH [verse 02] its foh fouty my souls lonely got no homies - i'm high fucking with two As that were A grade so the stone thrown could collide which of the two birds that had got hit were just too lit decide if-- hes an old soul with a big dick or a biscuit with a side kick and a lit lisp hid a full clip up his short sleeves there's a no miss imma jump ship like a skipped disc imma skunk squares til the tip tips and i hit dips with a white bitch with a fat ass that can suck dick with a bad friend with a bad name showing no shame when the dick dips been a sa-vage since biggies times fuck 21 i'm 25 aint hold me down when the homie died so i'm holding dope til my money glides just get the feeling if i ever feel like imma kill a nigga no holding in no nothing nothing in the seven fates of ascending face into cynics sin i'm bestowing grace to my fallen state enter meditate so my demons win can't nothing fill all can't nothing heal all this time is dead my skin'll peel off and anything i ever do will be anything that i ever do and if anytime that i ever do will end the pain of a bitter fool

[verse 01] i ain't got a lotta money cuz my pockets black with holes all these bitches say they love but it don't matter where it goes if i ever see my father when he shows up at a show i'mma tell him i dont give a fuck a niggas twenty four i got a twenty five years twenty five signals stuck in my right and left ears the drums are exploding open my third eye and steer my hopes and my dreams between light showers and fears the devil is here god i cannot take it ill spazz when i make it some cardi w/ whiskey and juice (woooh) that girl in the black with the tats on her and an ass like a latin with too much to lose (choose) the cops cannot get me you god cannot stop me i'm atlas and titans will lose (true) philosophy probably her death has just got to me momma your wish will come true [Hook - feat. Mike Melinoe] I WONT LOSE I WONT LOSE I WONT I WONT LOSE [verse 02] dead and i'm fillin feeling the cup and i'm healin maybe the cynicist inner mission to break down the hope and sentence my ego to sadder dealings the active reaction when i'm just fucking some stunted women to fill in the void and if you would ever just fucking listen and unblind your stunted vision the sun would seem brighter than the red blotches behind your illids and taking the spastic colors and seen that the flowers dying but beauty is in the eye of the holder beholding lies and i bet five dirty dollars that a cop'll pull a gun on any young black nigga before the age of twenty one if you trying to justify a death with skittles or a blunt then i hope your ego catapults your family to the sun (yeaahhh) fuck a piece i'll take a cross and force my right hand of peace still invoke the sun of free pending speech leave and preach the god of james john and pete deep, betray the wrist and cut down the feed sleep, spit down to ground and hit jesus' feet creep, expell the weak and defeat the leech i'm sora sporting long johns with keys come fuck with me [Hook] I WONT LOSE I WONT LOSE I WONT I WONT LOSE [Outro - Mike Melinoe]

[verse 01] said she really wanna love me but she fucking all niggas so i'm fucking all bitches so my heart wont hit arrest the psych and missin psyching solo psychic i collect all these feelings and they bottled fuck ya'll niggas out respect then i elevate to stratosphere and jump up out a jet be a shooting star i'll kiss the air and make her breath reset see the paranoid and mirrors only amplifying stress going diamond? shit i never know, but they always get her wet had a thick latin mami feeling gato out in v nuys fucking all the homies til her eyes became a c sign fallen for the wrong one? fuck it imma jihad and ask tim to conor after airo's dropping c lines i ain't one to test i'm a therapist on e giving sane to all the sames he's been fucking every week drop a penny in your piggy bank and wish up on a cop cuz imma run up on a nigga imma kill him for his spot drop