Tell me if I′m wrong but
Kinda getting sick of these fools
Don't it seem likeNobody really rocks anymore
Well
Here
Fools, they don′t rock anymore
Market my soul
Proving it's profitable
Momma is sold, oh
Find out what I got in store
Cause I got more
Tell you the price of my soul, oh
Y'all can′t afford
I get you high when you′re low
Hits in my pocket like coke
We get it poppin like coca-cola
We drop it off at your porch
Don't gotta stop at no stores, no
Fools getting capped for their clothes
Don′t gotta ask what the four for
Who got the blood flow?
Human is cold, cold
I cannot fuck up or fold
I cannot fake I need hope
Who got the light when it's low
Ruger, they pull it, aim right for the skull
Pull it, the bullet go right for my
Seizure
Came to collect my visa
Freedom
They repossess, no reason
Freezing
Grieve for the death of dreamers
Jesus
Fools, they don′t rock anymore
Market my soul
Proving it's profitable
Momma is sold, oh
Find out what I got in store
Cause I got more
Tell you the price of my soul, oh
Tell you the price of my soul, yeah
I cannot sleep cause these damn dreams
Not anything fancy
No brandy or
Lamborghinis or Grammy′s
Well
Maybe the Grammy's
Demons advancing
Jesus command me
Crazy I see all these things that he grants me
Yet I still focus on things that I don't have
Why am I focused on things that I can′t be
My tonsils sore
Sometimes my spit gets as sharp as some swords
I know I called her a whore but
I was toxic for sure
And I′m an awful sport
For the minimal things, I'm responsible for
And I talk bout the war in my mind
When my grandpa has fought in a war
Some of the worries I have
Could be called disrespectful at best
Warranted? Yes
My cortex is more a corvette
The force of ten horses, my left
And more on my right
My corpus is stressed
If this was a bet then which would you bet
Will I be alright?
Homie, your guess about good as mine
I bet on hope and I hope that I′m right
I get obsessed with these notes that I write
Half of my best inspirations are ghosts
I felt possessed when I wrote this tonight
Like I need an exorcist
Stressing, I guess that's the price of perfectionist
′Cept I don't got the time to perfect every letter and line
Rack my mind over messages
Can′t compose cause my tones of the posers
My style can't be mine if my flow is impressionist
To divulge from the mold is impressive
So every line it gets special attention
Sever the line if it holds no connection
My mind like corrective detention
Decline in executive function
Divided my head, can't decide if I′m meant to be something
Before I am left to be nothing
Stress plus the mental dysfunction
Now that′s recipe for destruction
Mix in some drugs and you'll really be fucked then
Face peeling, can′t let the extra skin go to waste
I'm trying to open up, but I′m really a special case
Since the days that me and my babe went separate ways
Back in tenth grade, I ain't trying to mourn or lament
That′s the reason that I ain't ashamed to say it
I'm just saying that I ain′t been the same since
People change it′s
Fine
What I say is
Fine
When I say I'm
Fine
You had best say
Fine
I hope you′re, I hope you're
Fine
I hope you′re, I hope you're
Fine
You had best say
You had best say
