L.A. GOON$ - Stranded Lyrics

I don't talk a lot
I hit my weed and listen keep me out of drama and petty shit there's an awful lot
Time ticking like a parking spot
Insurmountable regrets that i'm never able to talk about
I gotta bawl my eyes out to get some f*ckin' sleep
I need to work another hundred hours just to eat
Being round my family makes it hard for me to breathe
It's hard enough for me, to just be f*cking me
Woke up at the witches hour killed a couple roaches
Do I break the f*ckin' rock or hit the bottle dozin'
Drip hit me, wassup Whitney, I'm dumb litty
I f*ckin' hate myself if I keep it a buck witcha
Barely talkin' to my momma if I do she ask for grams
Grandma hit my line I act as sober as I can
Father hit my line for the second time this year
He said "Was it f*cking worth it?" - Bitch I'd do it all again
Almost everything I ever heard is make believe
Please don't bother saving me cause there ain't no saving me
Wish I pulled the trigger but without using the safety
I feel so far gone I hit my weed and drink like crazy
I ran out of f*cks to give years ago, who want smoke
I think I been high since 9 o clock this morning
I should prolly check up on my people they ain't check me though
They gon' hit me if I'm up next then get mad when they stay broke

And it's hard to stand tall when they standing over me
And my back against the wall I ain't in control of me
Why I feel stranded when everyone around me
Why I feel stranded when everyone around me
Stranded on my own planet
Can't you see that your doing damage
Stranded on my own planet
Can't you see that your doing damage to me

I got bros breaking grams like some Kardashian nudes
Still remember the day I seen my uncle on the news
Never met my moms father left the earth to soon
I just hope my grandkids don't have to feel that too
Had to put Visine in my eyes for mom to talk to me
Had to put Visine in my eyes so they wouldn't ask what's wrong with me
And honestly , I couldn't tell them if I wanted
They gon' label me crazy, so I resort to gettin' blunted
Don't inquire unless you talking cold cash
Cause I need some new designer and to re up on my stash
We ain't buying shit for resell, nah I promise never that
If I ain't copping it for retail, bet I get it under that
I've been sinnin' to rock Balenciaga sinners
Getting faded a lot cause life get overwhelming
Once you connect the dots, you bound to see progression
So I'll see you at the top, be sure to count my blessings
Your pockets in a recession that shit a Great Depression
And I got a confession I got a drip obsession
And I heard ya new mix sounds like a slünt impression
You won't even hear me coming I shoot with suppression
Can't leave this shit empty handed cause I got too much time invested
It's really lagoon for life so I gotta put it on a necklace
Quit my job and turn it to a tattoo
But no one makes it where I'm from cause lending hands is taboo
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