[Intro]

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Coming at you live from Fuck You Radio

This is Itha¢a speaking

(You know its Aman)

[Verse 1]

It’s past noon and I’m wandering past houses

While pondering, wondering what I was in my last life

And the bitches I gaslighted who made me feel mad mighty

I'm feeling quite untidy, and dirty, and cursed

Hurting, like oh shit

I'm stuck in another ditch

I’m fucking another bitch

Isiah Rashad; I'm Stuck In The Mud

And a man might relapse, his legs might collapse

Perhaps, maybe he’ll run in circles again

And he’ll lose himself in the end

And then write a verse on a girlfriеnd who meant the world to the kid

But ran away aftеr she heard about who he is

Poof, and she gone in a couple seconds

Maybe she wouldn't’ve left him

Left a sizable whole in his chest

He forgot the flak vest

Now he bleeding out

Words hurt and he’ll surely feel it now, without a doubt

The horns on his head are pretty obvious

Couldn't swallow his pride, he's dying inside

Need some insight

To see the things he couldn't see or be the man he couldn't be

But a little late ‘cause he's been drowning deep

Way too long without a father figure, I would just rely on mama

(Goodnight baby)

[Verse 2]

I don’t really know how many times I got fucked over by my minds own blind eyes

A cry for attention, a rap for redemption

I try and I pry at the gates of perception

Smoked out, my lungs real black and I'm tripping out

All my plans been going south, veering off the highway

End is near, as smoking out the ashtray

Lucky I’m alive, lucky I was lucky to survive

But anytime I could really die

It's no biggie to nobody in the city if I took my life now I’d be laying there pretty

As a smile on my bitch head, still appreciate the times that I get head

Every little second spent with her is like one liter of fresh air

I'm with care I am spared from despair

Back to reality, back to insanity

When she not there I’m far from sobriety

A life is a knife to a man

A rifle to brain

A neck on a train

I'm coping and dealing with pain

My Air Force 1’s are far from cocaine

So fly, so fly

So low, I wish I could get high

No cry, no cry, I keep on trekking, I fight till I die