We just ripping it
Sitting in silence with thoughts contingent on wildn
Pulse is high might get violent
But the music subsides it
Ant sized pawn pieces running up that hill
Like Kate Bush singin I'm surviving what's sent to kill no chill
The strength fighting off emotions that make me ill
Whether sick to the stomach or skill
I vomit spit acidic hitting the grill
Can I keep my zen or will I destroy what I've built
Damn I'm feeling like Will
The anger It's locked up inside it's ready to spill
But God designed my top so if I drop it stays concealed
I wonder if I pop will the love adopt some angles
Quid pro quo but the love is sposed to be chainless
Man f*ck your shackles like f*ck massa I'm escaping
Running the underground until I get my papers
I put the work in for my dream like what you mean you want a piece
Eyes up off my feast draw back a nub trynna snatch my eats
Stuck between the ego wanting to talk shit and the hippy me
Woodstock sixty nine or ninety nine which one you want to see
Anarchy or peace I'm breathing deep trynna meditate
Acknowledge my problems exhale then watch em dissipate
Give me this give me that even when I lack
I want your love on my conditions don't you take it back
Give me this give me that even when I'm wack
That's all I hear between the lines of carbon copy hacks
Give me this give me that even when I lack
I want your love on my conditions don't you take it back
Give me this give me that even when I'm wack
Yeah I'm f*ckin wack
Damn I'm f*ckin wack
Now let it ride