2 weeks a life to me
This life is ight to me
2 weeks, too weak, this shit's too uptight for me!
Dark place
Gotta pause wait
Gotta crossfade to my wavelength
Till I blend right in this hallway
With the rest of em, can't cooperate
No, not me
No, not me
Work such a bitch and it sure ain't free
Wanna dip, let it spin but the world ain't me
This world ain't free
My world's a beat
My world's a song
My words can't breathe
Biting this f*cking tongue, I gotta eat
Can't even chew
Can't even move
Can't even do what yall need me to do, which is rip this shit apart
And be the heart
Of a hungry loser, with a f*cked computer
I just dropped it off
Then I'll drop some cash and then I'll drop the mic
Then I'll drop your future on it's f*cking head
With no f*cking pen
This a phone hoe!
Hope the message sent!
I need a breathe
I need the work
I need to rest
I need the words
I need the world, to understand I'm losing it
This music shit is only getting louder I feel muted this that
2 WEEKS OFF
(I can't do this)
2 WEEKS OFF
(I need music)
2 WEEKS OFF
(I won't make it)
2 WEEKS OFF
(I lose my patience)
And I go snap and I go snap and I go snap and I go snap
Leave my job and I go back
Need to stop, this shit's so whack
Tryna be ok, no way, gotta get back to my old tracks
2 weeks turned into 3
This shit's burned into me
And your shit's a mockery
Yall spit, Cardi B
Every flow I go in in a apart of me, so pardon me
I'm blessed
There's coal in your stockings
There's holes in your body and also your pocket
You're awesome
You got it
You lost in the knowledge of 32 rhymes in your mind
I'm astonished
I'm polished, I shine
See how it fit
No music, no time
You see how it is
You work, you try
You powerless bitch
I won't survive
Gave hours to this
Give me crooked eyes
I'm proud of this shit
You slaughtered
You whoppers
A problem
I'm dropping
My guard and I'm caught in
This system is awful
And it's worse that nobody on it want it brought up
I can't hold this
My tongue is exploding
I'm tryna get over it
Sober nick
Coming in closer
Brought back all the closure
I needed but never received but
I'm back and I'm colder
A solider of war
And I told ya I'm armed
Y 'all gotta get out someone pulled the alarm
Y' all, I gotta get out of this house to the stars
I need a breathe
I need the work
I need to rest
I need the words
I need the world, to understand I'm losing it
This music shit is only getting louder I feel muted bitch it's
2 WEEKS OFF
(I can't do this)
2 WEEKS OFF
(I need music)
2 WEEKS OFF
(I won't make it)
2 WEEKS OFF
(I lose my patience)
And I go snap and I go snap and I go snap and I go snap
Leave my job and I go back
Need to stop, this shit's so whack
Tryna be ok, no way, gotta get back to my old tracks
2 weeks turned into 3
This shit's burned into me
When I'm back in the lab, the next hit's on me...
Nicknubz dot com
F*ck it feels good to be back in this bitch...