my life makes me wanna run away
All the confusion, said delusion,
Got nowhere to go, nowhere to run
And I know no matter how hard I try
I went from plain filthy to filthy rich
so I could never trust a bitch
I tried to help niggas get on,
they turned around and spit
Right in my face, so gaming broke,
may sound like it's some other shit
Cause I'm not writing anymore,
there's so many lessons I'da learned
look at all the evil I done earned
I'm doing what I'm supposed to,
I'm a writer, I'm a fighter
Entrepreneur, fresh out the sewer,
The track I laced it, it's better than basic
This is my recovery, my comeback, kid
it makes me wanna run away
All the confusion, dissolution,
No matter how hard I try, yeah
I was in the fuckin' shed
ready to whoop down this spaghetti
Or should I say this bar get even?
Thinkin' fuckin' meatballs,
Thought he was finished, motherfucker
It's only the bar -getting
Here with your vocal chords,
with three thousand volts of electricity
Now take the other and dump him,
then plug your motherfuckers in each
cause I thought you might
I don't put my blood, my sweat,
and my tears in this shit swamp
you're gonna end up regretting,
you better bet it against me
Feels like I'ma snap any minute,
yeah, it's happening again
And I'm thinking about the same,
everybody gets up in this bitch
I'm 150, cause this is all I know
Swear to God I put my heart and soul
in this more than anybody knows
I'm trapped so all I do is rap
And every time I rap I'm more trapped
Had to wrap myself right into this bubble
Uh oh, guess it's bubble wrap
It's like a vicious cycle,
shit would turn out like it did?
Feels like I'm going psycho again
And I might just blow my lid,
should I almost wish that I would've
Cause I'm running in circles with
I haven't been this fucking confused
Saw like 40 million records,
Maybe this is for me, maybe,
maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
Maybe I'll do a 3am in the
Psycho killer Michael Myers,
I'm to say this ain't classic, it's drastic
wrap your head up and blast it
Pussy in a bigger gasket,
dirt nap with the maggots
With that frown on your face
and your heart full of hate
Accept it, respect it, it's a gift God given
makes me want to run away
disillusion, I can move it