Stuck!
Huh turn me up!
Okay
This the last one for real
Turn me up
I said turn me up
Need to hear my voice bad dissociate with every cup
Heard enough bullshit for a lifetime I'm hesi stuck
Eurocentric steps around the world
The refugees in cuffs
Effigies in the dust
Act like Hasheem Thabeet the way i bust
Real trapper from the muck
It's fake actors calling bluffs
I'll make or break for nothing much
Anxious vomiting like stomach bugs
Main bitch want talk to me about rough stuff
I'm off an E though
I'm sitting tripping thinking wondering what Faneto mean
She said that I'm a dissociating narcissist but I feel nor see
Cuz I'm ten blunts deep in the basement
Finding real ecstasy
Huh
Cuz what could love do for me
I chase the same dopamine when I cough
When I f*ck when I bleed
I only find true peace when I read
The writing was already on the wall so I'm just gifted with speech
I lift for anything within reach
Cuz reaching never did enough for a brown man or a deadbeat
So I'm f*cked
The culture creases at the fixed seams
Controlling us with wicked schemes
Now both teams are the bad team
Like gang wars or the drug scene
But I find it quite lovely cuz like I said I'm tripping off E
I must be
I'm faded fit real musty playing with the cash like I'm dusty
Is there a famous guy named dusty?