And I don't drinking and drake-ing was sadboi

Prod. @jadon-converse

These days of getting older
trying harder than patience,
To put us where we started
tripping over the basics
My soul steady rotting from 
demons that I've been facing
My head's up in the clouds 
While my soul's in the basement,

Dreaming of an angel for reasons
I won't explain, scheming every angle
The possibilities change, screaming
my philosophy into the pouring rain, I left,
avoiding death from settling in my veins
I'm in... sane, and hopefully forgotten
my fever's running colder than freezing temperatures
often, i find a way to lie myself to sleep until im sobbing
head throbbing, my mind numb, watching the time run,

should be moving on and keeping myself quiet
fucking all these women, searching for a silver lining
send me to the grave, been fantasizing of dying,
putting visine in my eyes, for the drugs that kept me flying
whats the..

maybe we could have a conversation,
bout how the fuck i love you
and how in the fuck we changing,
how the fuck we stuck it through 
this never ending matrix just to
throw it all away because of things
i can't explain and, im really sorry for the future,
decisions from the drinking always
leaving me with sutures, thinking
bout the way we used to be is such a nuisance,
feeling like my ways will never change
from being ruthless, im a doofus who can't even save up two cents
for some new shit, leave me toothless on the pavement searching for some way to save it
everything is what you gave it while i was misbehaving,
flagrantly finding a way to make it as a vagrant,
my heart vacant, body naked and forsaken, 
hoping i would never have to see your status taken 
im fucking aching from the very pain i swore to take away
for heaven's sake i pray you find a way to be ok 
or whats the...

What's The Point (Prod. Jadon Con)

that shit bussin'

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