Algorythm - Faulkner Lyrics

Lets talk about sumin i don't really do
I don't really feud
The real career move was to shoot the hoops
Make some hits and mooch
Soothing when you hear it too
But life passes you by
Like a passerby
When its slamming by
Hitting you
With every possible hitchhike
Its been nice
But now the inns night, time
And its my, time, to grind
Seeing my best friend with a bullet wound is the cruelest thing i could ever see
Its making me want the ecstasy
That's the next to seat
Drugs are my feet
Helping me walk around a scenario i'm too scared to defeat
Gotta work my ass off and get a degree
Let em see
That you can do what you want
But you gotta choose a side
There's not gonna be
A might or a time
Its coming like
The sky when it shines
Its high
When you close the blinds
Elevate with your mind
Join the sesh
I've been here with a bowl and its fresh
Inhale exhale
It's just one breath
That exhale, escape, refrain
The rain, its saying
The day ain't, gonna be okay
See
Drugs are the door
And your the eek
That noise you here when you peep
To another side
Its heaven, makes you cry
Lucky 7's make you die
Ace in the hole
Its my
Labyrinth
Maze i'm trapped in
Rapping about wanting fame
Flame bars and trapping
I'm everybody's dependability
Trying to deliberate
This silly idea id create
The picture of a future life id paint
Where we'd sit, drink, sink, smoke and reiterate
That this
Is my paradise
What i'm working at all the time
Rolling a pair of dice
Will i
Find the will to fight
Will i
Find the lemon in the light
I've seen hell and its hot
Full of 9 to 5's and jail when you get caught
Selling some weed to support your f*cking family in need
Damn its obscene
Over here singing in it
Yet i don't really think I've seen it
Just pondered on scenic and
Revisit the scene it, began at
Running around like fiends at night tryna tap that
Like an ant on anthrax
I
Just wanna thank
Everyone who's ever been in the tank
Drowning under the pressure
Whether it be the weather that's got you down or
The sweater that's got your frown
I'm in a literal sense, tryna down
3 bottles and a round
Every time
I feel like i'm the worst f*cking person a round
Its personal now
Its the virtue of routes
To make it, and turn it around
On everyone who
Said i couldn't do it
And shout out to those who encouraged me like a student
And i'm fluent when i do it
My passion to flaunt words and make you use em,
Say em with me to the music
And know ima do it
Ima f*cking do it