[Verse 1: Sickly Sid]
Let me tell you what it fucking feels like
To be so close to the finish line, the prize is neigh
So close you can see it with 20/200 eyesight
It sounds pretty rewarding but really it's quite a rut
An exhausting little strut of time, wish I could jump-cut out, but then what?
At this point in my life, it's either be scared to death or die of boredom
Look on a forum, find something morbid about how one slip and I'll be at the bottom
Some stardom, afraid of that, born dumb as a matter of fact
I've lacked the attract to any occupation worth a crap
Offered a nice school and my rеaction? Bring forth a knee-slap
I've never takеn this shit seriously
When I get asked about what I've done, it's always addressed curiously
Ingloriously, I've made it far not doing much
Mysteriously, sometimes I'm still considered a drudge
It's kinda funny, my resume won't even have a smudge
Cuz it's so plain, devoid of any content that would make anyone budge
I'm always flip-flopping, I'm not stopping
I never know what I want, cure me by treating my head with severe flogging
My confidence has been falling, not revolving
It's my fault, there's never a point where I be passion-pouring
Into something spawning a chance of me succeeding or evolving
I'm always wanting, not dropping, don't continue, always stopping
Storing lots of knowledge just to not be plotting
Wish I could go back to the says where my schedule looked like this in writing:
"Listen to beats in 93-degree heat
Go to school the next day, get blisters on my feet
Sweet, I've been picked to use my depletes and repeat
Too bad I was sleep, now I'm in the hot seat, must retreat
I'm climbing up to the finest reliant requirements
Cuz it feels like confinement doing pre-heated assignments
Then I can break free, go recline until retirement
Unfortunately, I have to sit up and stay complaint"
[Verse 2: Khada]
Stay silent but I'd rather stay defiant
A tyrant not afraid to trash appliances
No alliances besides the crew that i choose
Usually I take way too much food than I can chew
My view on the workload, the few that will croak, toad
Gotta lurk more, double H T gotta sleep
Maybe keep snores, nimble little dork and they timber in their shorts
The ratty slut that will always flirt
I get it first in line but my time is 7 seconds, Vine
Slime, tell me where's the bind?
Where is my own limit? Just makin with what I'm given
I prevail, never failing, maybe make a killing
Till then I'm just chillin, don't bend over for the listens
Send over what was in the kitchen, quit your bitchin
Some shit that needs fixin, don't need me a vixen
They only way they gonna catch me is with me still kicking
That's the blade I'm still lickin
The blood nor rush fills my up lust more, that's the lush core
Hush hush, I don't wanna hear the talk more
Stuck up, don't give the luck up, end of the day you still a fuck up
It's just desire, still releasing on Expired
Y'all some shitty liars, so soon you all will cease fire
On your spare tire, my tape on a missing flyer
Tear the bit off, call the number up if you want a ghostwriter
I was born fighting, that was pure writing
The gods don't doubt me, and guess that's so exciting
Rolling eyes, boujee bitch tiding tides, making rifts
On the wrist is the shit that you'd kill to flick
Quick centipede, at the end let it be
Greed, what you sneeze, green, what you breathe
Keep that shit, it's the king's disease
Don't make me beg, please
What's a god to a rat who keeps on making cheese?