Underdose

Looking at the time like where did it go
As I plan my escape
How’m I gonna get over it if I stay Underdosed
Give into fate
-ality rate of a nigga like me (huh)
Feel too low at times
(I'ma)god not tryna be a deity
Behind these bars pay for crimes
Like suicide
I never committed
I hear it
I hear it
Competition I love but I fear it
Can’t get over myself
Overwhelmed by my own inner wealth
But who’s gonna stop me from me
I’m a god a fucken deity
Say who’s gonna stop me from me
My average better than the best you’re offering
(Give you all of me til there’s nothing left)
So far to go
Wonder why I go on
But there’s so much to know
Wonder if I grow strong
(Give you all of me til there’s nothing left)
Wonder how did i make it here
Just to be clear all that mirror hating shit yo I keep it in the rear
Til I lose myself once again
Better pick up the pen
Write just one last amen
Could be the day when
Go home
Pick the page up
Put the page down
Just end it all
Board of this type of life
Looking at the doubts, Ought to make em all fall
Some will fight back hard but in the end I’ma winner
Die or live on with a spring in my step i figure
I’ll start it all tomorrow
Bask in all the sorrow
Got a bit of happiness I could borrow
A lighter path I could follow
Burden’s all mine to bare
Arms race in my head cold with this shit to instill all this fear
Falling in further furnace to get me ready
Regrets I can’t remember in plenty
Ferragamo fantasies all over the frontal lobe
Make me feel peace off success like I was chose (n)
I’ma need a moment of silence
«yo g love her», quit being childish
Open up and be honest
No need to spoil her on boots of the finest
While we throwing car lines in
Yo I can never catch a break
I tire of this constant pressure needa alleviate
But face reality
«I wanna kill myself, think I could get you to marry me?»
Attraction of two magnets
Until I love myself I can never have it
So long as I’m bossin this game I’ll manage
Get my smile, be washed up then Vanish
(I need pills I need, fuck your acting cool gimmick bitch I need please)
Fuck a men’s clinic bitch I go hard (hard)
Continue to wallow in sorrow in the dark (in the dark)
I’ma keep killing myself while killing bars (no liquor license)
They always told me to shoot for the stars (assassination violence)
So let me shed my tears in luxury cars (Chrysler)
Any little thing for you little niggas to get baar (price tag woo)
And continue to self medicate
Depression got me having problems with cutting (lemme rephrase) my problem is
I’m too great/grate
Hehehehe