Toxic

(Album: The Sky Is Red - 2022)

[Clint Compose:]
This world's so toxic
This world's so toxic
I need more grinding
I need some more grinding
Sometimes I feel like crying
Feels like I'm dying inside
Mama, I'm trying
I swear, mama, I'm trying
But this world's so toxic
Why this world so toxic
I need more grinding
I need some more grinding
Sometimes I feel like crying
Feels like I'm dying inside
Mama, I'm trying
I swear, mama, I'm trying

[Joey Nato:]
I've had some issues for so long
But can't tell 'em, "so long"
Every time I try to steer the ship right, it goes wrong
And I wouldn't be surprised if tomorrow the boat's gone
It's all drama like a soap, and I'm just trying to hold on
Though I ain't happy no more, how could I lie?
When I was swimming in Miami, I was drowning inside
But I'm supposed to be winning, so I'm just posting I'm winning
Do I wanna be real or fake? I have to decide
It's an easy decision until your brand's on the line
I said "yeah, I'll take the shot," until they hand me the nine
Thought I was much more ready
But now it's much more heavy
Even my breathing is heavier, but my stamina's fine
And it's fucked up, 'cause anxiety, yo, I was never scared of it
I was never scared of it 'till the day I was aware of it
And all these panic attacks are pubically embarrassing
Yo, me and myself three years back? No comparisons

[Clint Compose:]
This world's so toxic
This world's so toxic
I need more grinding
I need some more grinding
Sometimes I feel like crying
Feels like I'm dying inside
Mama, I'm trying
I swear, mama, I'm trying

[Crypt:]
I'm spending every day chasing my dreams just to be satisfied
Telling myself if I get it, I'll be happy, but that's a lie
I remember being broke in college, didn't have a dime
Thought if I had money, all my issues would go to the side
Now, fast forward to today
Plenty of coins inside my bank
But my depression multiplied with every ounce of cash I made
The world told me I need this dough
Ironic that they had me sold
Money can't buy happiness, but it can make a friendship broke
But it's okay, I got a plan
I just need a couple fans
To show up to my shows and my depression will go kick the can
Scratch that, it's not enough
I'll post a pic of the shows I've done
And people say my crowd is small, I've fallen off, I've lost my buzz
This world is so toxic, and I wish that I could stop it
People tear you down when they see any kind of progress
They projecting all this sadness when their goals cannot be reached
And if they cannot succeed, then why should you and me?

[Clint Compose:]
This world's so toxic
This world's so toxic
I need more grinding
I need some more grinding
Sometimes I feel like crying
Feels like I'm dying inside
Mama, I'm trying
I swear, mama, I'm trying
But this world's so toxic
Why this world so toxic
I need more grinding
I need some more grinding
Sometimes I feel like crying
Feels like I'm dying inside
Mama, I'm trying
I swear, mama, I'm trying