dead ends (feat. Smith Kidd) Video (MV)

I don't even know where the f*ck that I'm at
I'm down on a slope like I think I went mad
I'm looking to cope cause I hate to feel bad
I'm searching for hope and I think that it's sad

I'm mixing my pills and I'm hearing the thunder
I'm hoping it kills oh I hope to go under
I'm giving them chills like I make you go wonder
I'm climbing these hills you can go call it hunger

I been stuck in my head for some days and some nights
I'm better off dead when I'm chasing the lights
I said what I said I don't ever feel right
I lay up in bed with my demons they bite

I been in my room I been making an album
I woke up at noon but want peace like I'm Malcolm
I'm out on the moon like I'm loving the outcome
I tie a ballon and I think who allowed them?

I don't spit for the bitches I piss on the critics
I'm smashing' my chick in the cab When I'm finished
Immaculate venom, the passion I'm givin'
She askin' me not to pull out and she clinch it

She know that I'm gifted was cursed by decisions I made before I was a pops
Now I'm a success I could be up next
I give a f*ck less If I get shot
Won't be the first and it won't be the last
Know karma's a bitch and I done made her mad

I came out the mud so there's dirt on my jacket
A worthy assassin at chasing' a bag.
Facing' the fact that I know in my heart that I'm greater
Can't run from the past so I run to the paper

I been on the run like a prison escapist
I grew up a ton but that shit don't erase it
I pace and my patience is thinner than Taylor
I'm Swift with the pen I was Slim in the trailer

I'm in it to win it my bars are tremendous
I been on a binge with the Jim and no chaser
No I never chase her I say to her bitch go
You ain't really into being intimate than kick stones
I done been a gentleman to plenty till' I hit though
Dawg me n' craw brush 'em off on a quick note

I'm hanging out in Skid Row
Chilling with a Schizo
Looking out the window
Tell me where you been though

Chilling in the end zone
Tweaking off a benzo
Everything is real slow
Looking for a field goal

Don't say that you want me I look like a villain
I tear myself down with the layers that I'm peeling
I'm thinking I'll drown no one cares what I'm feeling
My feet in the ground with the way I'm concealing

Don't say your intention when you walk around me
You think that it's funny I look like a zombie
Strung out on the drugs and you think it's a hobby
I'm rolling a blunt when I chill in the lobby

I'll never fit in with the shit that I do
I count up to ten then I'm coming for you
They ask where I've been like they're wanting in too
They act like a friend but they're fronting it's true

They say it's a problem when you go improve
I check every column I mark every move
I drive an impala I'm thinking it's smooth
I'll go acapella there's nothing to prove

I chill and rock out I'm with all of my dudes
My head in the clouds it's been shifting my moods
I'm holding it down I been locked in my room
I'm lost and not found but I'm not one of you