Trb - Mad Lyrics

Cooking up in this lab, got potions
Experimenting with failure, it's hopeless
Run away, I just don't get the notion
Could stand straight still and yet I execute motion
Throw thoughts up on the burner (on the burner)
From the cauldron on the table to the webs in the corner
Shit, I'm out of order (out of order)
The heads in the jars got me thinking 'bout murder
I been up all night like what happened to the brew?
I was tryna get it right but I kept f*cking up the hue
Wait, please don't feel a fright, I swear I'll make it up to you
In the sense that it's a lie, uh let's see what we can do
Set the dripping of the spoon to the position of the moon
And I think we'll probly find that I'm existing far too soon
Should be 3005 like I'm living to compute
And by the time I've died I will be wishing to reboot
Terrvex focus, missed the warning locusts
Blood on the doors and yet this one's f*cking goatless
Scared mess, hopeless, my thoughts do not know bliss
If I sold my soul would I still be f*cking broke bitch?
See I been running, tryna hide
I think there's someone waiting outside
And I can't stomach no reply
It's over for me, I could not make it out alive

Thinking 'bout a homicide
Cause bitch I feel so dead inside
I'm running through my f*cking mind
But I just cannot seem to find
A way out of this prison cell
I think l'd rather be in hell
My brain just won't stop ringing bells
I'm spinning on a carousel
Bitch f*ck the clock, I get sick at every tick and tock
Grip the glock, trigger itching at the f*cking top
Suck my cock, to every bitch who wanna break my heart
Think a lot, so that my brain don't start to f*cking rot
Should I be worried about the recurring
Constant loss of understanding why my life so blurry
I been in a hurry, tryna get to thirty
Maybe I should take a second to enjoy the dirty
Part of life I'll probly miss
I wave goodbye then blow a kiss
To all regrets that I won't list
I'm sitting here to reminisce
The times that died when we were kids
F*ck the ticking sound life gives
All my days slammed into shit
I won't work another shift
I'm lost so come help me, bottles getting emptied
That's the cost for the emptiness inside my head space
Younger me I won't forget
Older me with no regrets
Me and bro gon' take the stretch
We don't need a hoe to stress
Got my weed and got my bread
Only thing I need for stress
Wrist is bleeding cause you left
F*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck