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lyrics
(Verse 1)
Psychotic, I'm roaming close, overdose till I'm comatose
Rock bottom, or so it seems, look in the mirror who's holding toast
And It's aiming right at my brain, this toxin got me insane
Don't know what's causing my pain, this liquor or all the product I've slang
My vices leave me lifeless, barely paying any bills from this
Can't even get em off I got her choking on my pills and shit
I hear the voices, telling me that I'm always wrong
I'm feeling some kind of paranoia now that all of my partners gone
Locked up or in jail now and I was barely deep into this
You make a couple 20's, and they got you feeling feeble quick
So quickly today, never knew what would dive in to bite you first
The cops or maybe your friends, always got a hand in your handy work
That's a lot of work and that's working all on it full time
Low level at best and yea I had a plug till I pulled mine
It's a good ride, until your falling right on your face quick
We all dealing with skeletons, had to put mine in their place, shit
(Hook)
But I swear to God I never really tried
And it's my fault put it on my life I never really tried
And you can take it how you wanna
I'ma take this to my face and tell my liver it's a goner yea
(Verse 2)
Psychotic, I'm roaming close, overdose till I'm comatose
Rock bottom, or so it seems, look in the mirror who's holding toast
With a knife right on her tongue, her secondhand in my lungs
Don't know what's making me run, this liquor or all the shit that she's done
And it's way over the top I can't control it and I don't wanna try
Wanna tell her she's fine, but wanna smack her too I don't wanna lie
Let's try, let's lie her face ain't beaten to shit
She's claiming that she'll be okay but a fiend aint eager to quit
And it falls on me, when we all don't breathe
She wanna tell me don't leave, but I've banking that she won't even notice seconds after so please
Get fucked, that's fucked, don't fuck me over again
Don't fuck me while on your way out, no way now that we're friends
And in the end your liver's probably gonna give out soon
Fuck it though I'll race you, you can find out it's about you
An this all was and it's done now, run off till your gunned down
Falling all into pieces when I once thought it was fun, how?
(Hook)
But I swear to God I never really tried
And it's my fault put it on my life I never really tried
And you can take it how you wanna
I'ma take this to my face and tell my liver it's a goner yea
(Verse 3)
Psychotic, I'm roaming close, overdose till I'm comatose
Rock bottom, or so it seems look in the mirror who's holding toast
And it's aiming right at your dome, for shitting right in your home
Through all the talk that you've grown, that process now seems to be slowed (It's slowed)
We couldn't sever ties so we tied it down with a rope
You fuck around with them fuck arounds you gon' fuck around and get smoked
You fuck around with your own product, you ruin all that you got
You try and think that you Sosa and you prove your all that you not
You not, you shoulda spared yourself a movie fate
Shoulda kept it low, shoulda kept it down, you were reckless now it's a little bit late
You chose your fait, been thought I coulda chosen mine
It turns out I was right, maybe it's nice that I didn't just fold and die
I'm fine, at least that's what I tell myself
Thinking about of those days, I'm so grateful for the damn hand I was dealt
How you handled shit, you got fucked up and thrown in a cell
They want you roll an fold and expect you to, I'll be waiting now on that moment as well
(Hook)
But I swear to God I never really tried
And it's my fault put it on my life I never really tried
And you can take it how you wanna
I'ma take this to my face and tell my liver it's a goner
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024