[Skit]
Yo intellect
Yeah Demon
Have seen this weird ass instrumental
Yeah imma rap on it right now
I could... try to make a hook for you, it's easy man
Really, yea you can do a fucking hook, it doesn't matter man
It's just.. it takes me fucking like 2 or 3 seconds
Pssssh yea right, ok do it
Aight then, spit them good ass bars then, boi
Bet boi, I bet I can rap better than you
[Verse 1]
Witnessing people getting hurt
Just me & my depression
Never been able to learn my fucking lesson
Following the routine like my shirt
Not giving myself time to rap
Just having pains like neck aches
Isolating myself to the point my head shakes
Meeting people and giving out handshakes
Only paying attention to the things i relapse
Looking closely in my watch and pause
Writing this in the month of Santa Claus
Seeing shit that is lost, that become so sincere
Rather than being able to see things fucking clear
Of the path I steer and choices that get along
Having the time to write a theme song
Never thought
[Hook]
Everything that i willingly have to do
What 2 do, what 2 do, what 2 do
Finding myself words i spew
Everything my health to be the food I chew
Ways that I eventually have to go through
What 2 do, what 2 do, what 2 do
Keep writing drafts that i wonder if i hadn’t threw
What 2 do?, what 2 fucking do? i don't know, what 2 do? man i don't fucking know, what 2 do, what 2 do
[Verse 2]
Time zones be changin
I feel I'm not relating
Rather becoming more faded
Of all the outcomes i have in mind
Focusing on one pain at times
Can't be fun in the unability to find
Writing on paper with equations
Can't focus on any persuasion
Lifting my problems away
Not giving myself a piece to say
Just sitting at a table alone
Realizing i got no cellular device
Wondering if I would've said phone
Forget it listen to the fucking tone
Of the voices you hearing
And the hook that i'm fearing
[Hook]
Everything that i willingly have to do
What 2 do, what 2 do, what 2 do
Finding myself words i spew
Everything my health to be the food I chew
Ways that I eventually have to go through
What 2 do, what 2 do, what 2 do
Keep writing drafts that i wonder if i hadn’t threw
What 2 do?, what 2 fucking do? i don't know, what 2 do? man i don't fucking know, what 2 do, what 2 do
[Verse 3]
Watching the morbid boundary seen
Never thinking myself in between
My isolation i give myself
I can't even try to ask for help
Connecting my evidence of my personality
Making words that come of like an analogy
My own type of perspective
Is becoming more mindful of my surrounding
Hoping that it can be allowing than effective
Can't beat myself up into pieces
Ceiling or wall, acting like four pieces
Always a type of hat to hide
Possibly being shy or tongue tied
Where ever life keeps going
Looking up above the outer ceiling
Whatever path I don't know my own feeling
[Outro/Freestyle]
Demon freestyle
Yo, I don't give a shit of what to fucking say
I don't even know my own Feng shui
I don't even know my own common sense and rehearse
I don't even know if there any terse in this lerse
I don't give a shit of what i gotta say within my shit in this verse
I don't even know what i gotta be within my shit
Gotta do, what we gotta do
What 2 do?, what 2 do? (x2)