I been fighting off some bad vibes, bad actors, and bad days
Gotta bad feeling I'm making a mistake
Ain't the first time either, kinda used to this taste
The bitter end been a friend
The only way I relate
I'm lost in it
The plot thickens
Clock ticking
Blood dripping
Ay lemme cut to the chase
Fogged vision
Got myself lost on the way
Arsenic
Dripping down onto my plate
I feel sickened
And I don't really know the difference
And who got time for intermissions
The only thing I feel is friction
And it's all so static
So tragic
All these crutches turn to habits
Too bad spliffs ain't more healthy for my asthma
Get 2 hits so I can breathe
I need chromatics
Too bad this ain't more healthy for my bad blood
Give 2 shits I don't reverse, I don't do backup
That's just it
Don't need a reason to get back up
Don't need a reason to get back up
No
I'm done with it
Dull-witted
I pulpited
At the podium until my throat was sore with it
Got fitted
Feel like my time moving quick
The same story
Boring
Unfortunately this shit just slipped by
Goodbye to good vibes
If I could I would but I stay walking the line
I'll be be fine
Just need time