medical i’m drained lost tired these walls are closing days flashing before my eyes why is there a divide? with my heart and where i lie in between these lines it’s hard not to cry im fried i feel like my dreams have died but im alive how? i can’t live like this anymore many nights of pain and struggle turned into more pain but hustle where’s the muscle? whats my motive not a bar in my life, my connection’s roaming i need assistance, but where’s the help in the moment it’s critical i need medical my mind’s detrimental but i react symbolically because that’s the artist in me that’s how i flourish the feelings that im pouring is me screaming for more but what’s more? following in somebody’s footsteps thinking im living up to something? people looking at me as the example because of what i stand for? nah. this life shit is more to trying to please others it’s about doing what’s best for me only me but still putting on a smile even if im not okay be...
sound for me baby, can i have your number? call you on the late night, into fucking me to sonder i be riding dolo, sippin’ henny like i’m younger im just curious, what’s your intentions, i have to wonder tired of being fucked up, being stuck up throws me under fame is just a dream, i turned my back, now have no issues this poetic feeling is an art, i write with tissues are you the sound for me? the one for me? i don’t need lied too. i need to find the sound for me, but if you’re the one, i need to found the- oh, radio, tell me everything you know i, can’t believe, every word you said was gold have a piece of me, i wanna reconnect my soul grass is so green, but this life of grey gets old oh, radio, tell me everything you know i, can’t believe, every word you said was gold have a piece of me, i wanna reconnect my soul grass is so green, but this life of grey gets old tell me what i need to know.