ando_444 - Vices (feat. Brooklyn) Lyrics

Bane of my existence
Bring it back stage
Back of brain
Pack the pain
Compression in the Levi jeans
Leaving me with an erection
Hard to wack the weed
I'm obsessing over tiny things
Testing
Sms confession
The text green I'm feeling weak
My regrets are ina paragraph
I rip the sheet
Semi tweak semi colon semi beef
Question everything is nothing
Got me wondering
What I believe
I don't need no critique
Writing out my hopes n dreams
Try to turn a cheek
To quick sex and Weed a remedy
I'm losing sleep
Box it up
I set the sails
When I'm alone at sea
I find it hard to grieve

I hate all my vices
I'm in love with my music
In the studio a night shift
Writing out the blue print
Jay z with the new day
Tryna make a new wave
Got back together broke my heart ok touche
Life's a movie blue ray
Making modern art had to move on to a new thing t
This feel too strange
Disassociation contemplating what I'm doing here
Knowing that my time is near
Knowing that my time coming
Anxiety off a missed call why my mind always jumping
Hate to always make assumptions
Seeing what it really wasn't
Heart's buzzing mind's fuzzy
Picking up crumbs while I'm crumbling
She ask me about it and I say that it's nothing

My advice is
Close ur eyes the setting sun
Leave you blinded ina second
Constant search for benjiman
Getting money medicine
Building my horizon
With this rhetoric a plan that I'm devising
As I'm pedaling
I'm tri sick
I'm Ill
Yaking, sneezing, coughing but I can't be taking pills
Catching this disease when I be talking to the still
Oh so thrilled I am when I meet a similar plan
We speak n understand
Connecting dapping hands
Thats my dog call him jock it's lady and the tramp
We a problem when the mic is off the Stand
I love my vices, but I wish I had demand
To Stop em on command