Donat Lemay - Buried Lyrics

At this point i think i can admit im mentally unstable
The cracks in my fables be making my mind flip tables
And i been tryna stick it up but f*ck it imma need staples
Im running low on ammo and energy been paying in pesos
Had a conversation with a hologram of jeff bezos
He held a mental angle sharper than a blade so i paid him
My attention he mentioned his intentions
I was cynical but the pinnacle was obtainable for a minute
And i had to

Have it
Im mad at myself
Neglecting my health
Nobody know me cept my self
And that scare me
Soon ill be BURIED
If not by dirt then my thoughts and my worries
Please hurry im begging you
Yeah motherf*cker, im begging you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gotta keep it frank gotta keep it real
Been in the darkest clouds kept it sealed
It was chill
I was hanging on that porch with a pipe and a quart
And a couple grams of that green sticky from the port
Motherf*ckers gonna count me out without even listening
My memory so shot it seems like i aint even listening
My ambition is dampered by my lack of motivation
My daily life is sedated like my sister in the waiting rooms

In the waiting rooms
Yeah yeah
In the waiting rooms
Be awaiting doom
Yeah
Whatchu gonna do
Whatchu gonna do
Whatchu gonna do

Run that shit back real quick