[ Featuring Lucas Quinn ]
How much does a peace of mind cost?
I'm paying whatever I'll write it off
I thought the paper would bring a nigga some joy
Bring a nigga some peace
What you do when yo hunger not satisfied by the feast
Cnd the lady with yo baby look at you like you a beast
Cnd she'd rather be at peace than have you in between her sheets
Cnd the only time that you communicate is over beats
So the tension so thick that y'all can barely f*cking speak
Couple hours turn to days
Couple days turn to weeks
Couple weeks turn to months
Got you down in the dumps
Once you lose yo confidence it's hard to shoot through the slump
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It's hard to be patient with yoself
Let alone tryna wait for someone else
Bunch of empty promises and wishes
Glass half empty and the sink full of dishes
When you treat the one you love like these bitches
With the perspective that the ocean full of fishes
You win the game and no one cares about the misses
You lose the game and all they talk bout is the misses
The cycle's vicious
For a man tryna better himself
Make the cheese and grate the cheddar himself
You can see thru his eyes and his smile that he's barely himself
When somebody gone get em some help?
When somebody gone read between the songs and try to figure out what's wrong
You can tell something's off ever since he got on
Maybe it's the pressure of connecting through a phone
Tryna build an audience from the backyard of his home
Surrounded by community but still feel alone
I wrote this pre maturely gone hit different when I'm gone
I never took a summer off
Never took a winter off
Never took the fall off
F*ck could I fall off
Lucas Quinn sounds stripped down
Took it all off
If you aint ready for this work then nigga call off
Millions in my call log
I been turning money down
Laughing at they offers
Probably think I'm actin funny now
Just ain't got the time or the mind to show up
They don't tell you bout the casualties that come with blowing up
They don't tell you the anxieties that come with growing up
They don't say how shit go down when everybody know you up
Everybody know yo name
Everybody know yo face
Hard to enjoy yo meal
When everybody want yo plate
Cnd you give that shit away
Hoping it'll bring you peace
What you do when they hunger not satisfied by the feast
What you do when you no longer wanna dance or wanna speak
Wanna share how you feel cuz they judge you every week
Cuz they judge you every post
From what you wore to how you spoke
Got you missin old days of being unknown and broke
Way befo you had clout and niggas told you keep hope
Befo XXL started riggin all the votes
Cnd the drugs seemed to be the only thing to help you cope
This be the realist shit I ever wrote
How much does a peace of mind cost?
I'm paying whatever I'll write it off
I thought the paper would bring a nigga some joy
Bring a nigga some peace
What you do when yo hunger not satisfied by the feast
I never took a summer off
Never took a winter off
Never took the fall off
F*ck could I fall off
Lucas Quinn sounds stripped down
Took it all off
If you aint ready for this work then nigga call off
