Liars

I need to get in the beamer

I need to get back to my city and hit up Deenitha

I need to go listen to preaches

I got some problems that I can not deal with

I told my fam I’d be gone for the weekend

It’s been 2 months since the last time I’ve seen them

It’s getting hard to pretend that I’m okay

I left my dreams at the doorway and I gotta go out in order to reach them
But I’m stuck in the house taking care of accounts

I just bottle pain up in enormous amounts

Yeah they all going to pay when I pour that shit out

See I’m back on the beat

Are you proud of me now?

Go on tell mе the stories

And what’s it about

Yall don’t evеn know what I’m capable of

See the words that I write ain’t influenced by drugs

But the demons in me feed on kisses and hugs

So they only get stronger, the stronger the love

But maybe I’m thinking too much

Maybe my problems are basic

Maybe I just need the courage to face it

Maybe my talents are wasted

Maybe I need to get out of the basement

Maybe I need to switch lanes or go walk on the pavement

Maybe I need to stop talking and just taking payments

But that wouldn’t change shit

Cause’ people in life are just aimless

Like sheep in the field

Go and follow the fakers

Go watch all the videos and like all the pictures

Go do it all for the gram

I don’t think you understand

I ain’t trying to be the man

I’m just pointing out that I can

See I was born alone and imma die alone

Maybe far from home

But I can hold my own

So I don’t need a Chauffeur

I don’t need a butler

I don’t need a girl whose gonna lie to my face and then tell me to trust her

Like why do you bother, go talk to your father

Cause’ I ain’t got time for that

You keep sending texts, I ain’t writing back

You started the war, now you facing the aftermath

Thought it’d be easy?

But shit I don’t move like that

See I kept it real from the start

And you took it and ran with the cap

Left me behind and it opened a gap

See I tried to keep running

But shit, I got tired

I lost connection and cut off the wires

And I know you got dreams and desires

But the way that you move

There’s no air in the tyresI want to get high like a pilot

I want girl with no mileage

I want house on an island

So I can get rid of you liars

I’m burning the bridges

And cutting the ties

Now please pack your bags

And get out of my life

I’m done with the fake shit

I’m done playing nice

No second chances

You ain’t going to ruin me twice

I need to get in the beamer

I need to get back to my city and hit up Deenitha

I need to go listen to preaches

I got some problems that I can not deal with

I told my fam I’d be gone for the weekend

It’s been 2 months since the last time I’ve seen them

It’s getting hard to pretend that I’m okay

I left my dreams at the doorway and I gotta go out in order to reach them