Crack open The Bible searching for answers
The Devil keep trying I stay ducking advances
Crazy when I call that number nobody answers
Anxiety, depression and stress is steady advancing
I ain’t
Run track since the 8th grade
But after all these years still chasing the same thing
Dopamine deprived
On an escapade to reach a high
That I soon realized
I could never really touch
Father please stretch these mortal hands of mine
So I can feel alive without spitting a punchline
So I can crack a smile without having to punch lines
So I can catch z's, no thinking of crunch time
Felt great
When I felt the embrace of an 808
A feeling at a time no human could replicate
Kick drums and hi hats managed to mask that
I’ve been at my lowest
My production never showed it
Young
This one’s for the soul
Used to make some beats off of Looperman
Damn I felt like Superman
That was just a project
School assignment
Never thought nothing of it
Until Like
Sophomore Year 2 0 1 4
Back when Lil one two was 1 4
Who knew back then things would unfold
The next lines are both true and untold
I was
Looking in the mirror
All blemishes amplified
My flaws couldn’t be clearer
Body dysmorphia taking over my life
As I progressed thru the years
I started losing my life
A butterfly (Uh)
Back to its cocoon
Scared to be consumed
By society and self
SOS please I’m crying out for help
I swear that most days it’s me against myself
One Two
Crack open The Bible searching for answers
The Devil keep trying I stay ducking advances
Crazy when I call that number nobody answers
Anxiety, depression and stress is steady advancing
I ain’t
Run track since the 8th grade
But after all these years still chasing the same thing
Dopamine deprived
On an escapade to reach a high
That I soon realized
I could never really touch
Listen I am not embarrassed or ashamed
I actually find solace that
You prolly feel the same
Or maybe not
But regardless
I just know that
There’s a producer or artist
Somewhere in America
Or somewhere in the world
On the chase like me
Gunning for what might bring
Happiness in your life
I support and ride witcha
If nobody will imma vibe witcha, aye
Errbody wanna be loved
And when you don’t get it
You running to fill the void
This ain’t a wave or a phase
Ion even get paid
This the love for the craft
This the love for the game
Uh
This is bringing me joy
My only wish now is I can feel that same joy without the music
Or the beats or the rapping
Now I’m looking to the sky
Hoping that you’ll make it happen
So I'm calling out
Father please stretch these mortal hands of mine
So I can feel alive without spitting a punchline
So I can crack a smile without having to punch lines
So I can catch z's, no thinking of crunch time
Felt great
When I felt the embrace of an 808
A feeling at a time no human could replicate
Kick drums and hi hats managed to mask that
I’ve been at my lowest
My production never showed it
Young