Released on September 30, 2020

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[Verse 1: IX FALL$]

Run up with the Mac on attack

Grip 45 loaded

Send you running back

With a back brace

Back lash

Pull up with the motherfucking stick

This about to get a whole lot better

Suffer in pain

Go ahead and cry about that time you fell

Got nothing to gain

Unless your doctor says so then I wish you well

Got an itch on my back

But I can't reach

Can’t sleep

Livin' like I really wanna get it

But I never gonna get it

If I think about a thing or two

It takin' up my time

And then it takin’ all my credit

But forget it

I will never go reverse to watch my past and troubles

Self-reflection on repeat so all my streams are doubled

Got thе blade intact

Wanna cut my throat

Be ahead of thе game

If they cut off my flow

With a woven story line

That's fabricated lies I tell

Livin' a life in oblivious phases

I couldn't tell the difference

Failed suicide number 9 I fell

Hit em' with a punchline

Call me Keanu

Cuz I've been livin' 20 years

But 77 of my thoughts felt like a death game

Gotta stop at 4514

Cause that's spelling out the place

Where I die without all the pain

All my secrets complicated made out as a lie

Friends are playing Chinese whispers

Tryna make it simplified

Mix the words up

Make it worse

I’m boutta blow up like some dynamite

And like I said you mix it up

And nah, I might go and die


[Verse 2: Misheard]

All of these walls are closing

Starting to run out of breath

Why am I one to be chosen

Feels like there’s nobody left (nobody left)

Forcing a smile but I'm choking

Afraid that I’m asking for help

Are you able to tell that I'm broken?

I just wanna feel like myself

Take it all back i just wanna see red

Pull that trigger better hope I'm dead

Mind so fucked that I'm smoking lead

Neck so tight as I pull that thread

I’m sick of everybody coming round and annoying me

While these killas come around and watch my ego destroying me

Taking a step, killing the rest

Countin' the bullets that enter your chest

Pain in my head, better off dead

Waiting for demons to put me to bed

Something I said, downing my meds

Can't comprehend what is roaming my head

Starting again, stabbing my pen

Bleeding while watching our life through a lens

I'M SICK OF ALL THIS FUCKING SHIT

THAT PUTS ME TO THE GROUND

I'M HANGING ONTO LIFE

BEFORE MY THOUGHTS BEGIN TO DROWN

I'M STUMBLING AROUND

I AIN'T NO KING WITHOUT MY CROWN

THIS QUARANTINE GOT ME FUCKED UP

BECAUSE OF ALL THIS FUCKING LOCKDOWN