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Stuck in dangerous routine, conscious made of angel dust now how I’m gon sleep

Vacant is an understatement, hollows more da speed

If I dropped tomorrow, please dump a bottle in da street

Spillin spirits by da fire every week

Till it kindle I’ll be dyin for shot, to da spleen

Dodgin intuition nimble, 4th chakra on da sleeve

If I couldn’t feel my soul I guarantee you I would leave

It’s easiest to follow and da hardest just to be

Ankle locked to a box clockin when you gon eat

Ponder bills next to bills duckin taxes and receipts

In da field niggas stuffin, either pockets

Or ya beak

Fly off, first snap buckshots to yo Jeep

Live fast, die faster feel da will is in my speech

That’s yo ass Mr glass if you don’t split him where he speak

Dis world be cold, don’t owe a soul

We live to live up to a peak

I been livid for some weeks, fuck my bed and fixin sheets

Know my mama and my papa tired of puttin up wit me

I just sulk reluctantly

Drown my sorrows in a tall bottle of dat bubbly

What's so troubling?

My anxiousness and depression is doubling

I borrow habits from da past days, burn tomorrow in my ashtray

You’ll believe me on a bad day, don’t have the other often

Matter fact I didn’t know that good was still an option