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This is a project I've worked on for a while.
"NUMB3RS" will be available on all streaming platforms in February.
This is 100% totally self-produced, from the beat to the recording, lyrics, and mix --
from my computer --
in my bedroom --
alone --
It's a portion of my heart, so I hope you enjoy and share with people you know.
:)
(Verse)
maybe I don't know shit/
and I'm just floating on the waves in the ocean/
I've been paid, but I'm still kind of broken/
cause I'm still paying for all the words misspoken/
I'm just not comfortable with being open/
still get sick from all the motion/
but I don't think, with just my emotion/
I tried to show you all my devotion/
now I'm, on my shit, I'm overly focused/
you scream and you bitch, and we both throw shit/
what we been through, we both seen our lowest/
I died inside when I was a child/
my eyes are wide and this is my revival/
cause I've seen what you do with an open bottle/
I aint mean to use you life hits the throttle/
my screws are loose so, I open a bible/
I know how to shoot, so I shoot for a mile/
in brand new shoes, man they aint just for style/
my kids see what I do, so I cannot quit while/
these eyes are on me, and I'm always on trial/
I've seen all my dreams wrapped up in denial/
but some days, that feels so far away/
so, I, try to find something new to say/
to convince myself that the bottom line can wait/
I hate myself I can't concentrate,
now I'm on my game so I aint got time to play/
I don't want fame, I wanna feel safe/
I'm still the same kid from way down the way/
went from trading cards to the guns of the trade/
playing in the yard to the weed on the tray/
now I feel the pressure I don't wanna be late/
got this overweight package on the interstate/
that's one of my dads' inherent traits/
but I think I just hit a really good pace/
that's whiskey straight, from the barrel/
I drink so much that my stomach's sterile/
I make too much to wear new apparel/
let that sink in, crabs in a barrel/
eat me alive like the fuckin feral/
holding on to the pain, it's a family heirloom/
I love to watch the rain while I stay locked in my room/
but I guess that, isn't really any way to live/
my fingers keep sleeping when I try to get a grip/
throat keeps burning when I try to take a sip/
the lies keep hurting every time you move your lips/
still taking swings but its always hit or miss/
then they throw it back to me like I'm supposed to get a grip/
might, might, take a pill, might, might, take a sip/
I'm depressed and I'm tired of the fuckin bullshit/
cuz the people I admire are always quick to jump ship/
I'm after this empire and ill die for this shit/
I don't just make it up, man this life's a fucking trip/
cuz when we hit thin ice, we all afraid to slip/
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap