Murder Mart

(álbum: Wherever You're Going I Hope It's Great - 2021)

Ayy, I been scared of heights
That didn't stop me
Woke up with EMTs, tryna find a beat, 'cause it dropped me
Woke up a mess, thought I needed me a quick high
But that shit hit me like a drive-by
I try not to think much
I knew I was in hole, couldn't get up
Now I'm back on the get up
Had to go get my head up
Smoke a blunt never let up
And pray to god you don't mess up
Seven left out of nine, I been running outta lives
I been running from myself again
But I been losing track, never going back, hope I mean it, ayy
Stuck in situations I don't wanna get involved in
I been taking notice everyday so I could figure out how I could stop this
Really feel like I been locked in
Stuck in silence, I got people on my shoulders telling me the fucking options
Life been lonely, where's the profit?
So I been gone in a sprinter, I'll see ya next winter
I smoke when it stops, I'm catching a fade and pour up the liquor
And hold up, I'm stressed, and damn it, I miss her
And life is a bitch, don't hold it against her

I feel evil in the air
Tension in the air
The devil's all around me
And he ain't playing fair
I feel the lords tryna help me
'Cause he been on my side
I've been running from myself
You can see it in my eyes
How many steps do I take 'til I'm tripping up?
How many days pass knowing it ain't good enough?
How many times do I write my wrongs just tryna write this song
And play along like I've done enough? I
I stick to myself, myself
I don't need your help, no help