Lyrics

I come from drunken suicidal phases
When I used to fill the void by getting wasted
No one around to try to save me from these places
I’m hidden in this maze and I can’t escape it
Feeling lost in a crowd of familiar faces
I’m running outta patience, tighten up the laces
I know I’m coming back but I lost a couple days
Been tryna find comfort in a vase
Never really one to show emotions,
I ain’t tryna be hard, I’m just a little broken
Try to close these doors cuz they wide open
Voices in my head got my mind stolen
I ain’t even really know where my life going
I gotta get my shit together now and stop strolling
I stole a couple things and I landed in jail
I been tryna chase this bread but it’s getting stale
I think I’m losing my direction better wet the sails
I used to be on track but I left the rails
Put myself in a position where I’m set to fail
I’m still searching for a message better check the mail
I think I lost control of the ship
I keep going around in circles like I’m rolling the whip
Try to play the game but I keep losing my chips
I can tell I’m ‘boutta slip cuz I keep losing my grip
Running and tripping and busting my lip
I guess that’s what I get for steps that I’m tryna skip
I’m getting overwhelmed in this gigantic ocean
I guess I need a boat cuz I ain’t even floating
This the result of drinking deadly potions
I been tryna buy a life but I need extra tokens
Letting out emotions just ease depression
Don’t forget the message, these are my Expressions

Aye yo, just keep it rollin..

Look,
This mood I’m in is moving to a checkmate
Loose change all up in my headspace, damn
Moves to break ya, leave you in a neck brace
Pull the blunt up out the cigarette case and let’s blaze
I’m looking at a mountain, I can’t climb it
It’s on my list of unfinished assignments
I’m all on my own, I can’t hide
That’s why I throw up these verses and cruise in a disguise
Like, “who the mutha- is Young Hoff with these rhymes”
I don’t know, but thoughts of suicide creep into his mind still
Lucid dreams of copping 5 mill
These are how my demon talks
Take a walk just to ease my thoughts
My head a prison, I’ve been living in this box
I don’t know if I’ma make it out or not
But this house is made outta glass so I can’t be throwing rocks
I wonder if it’s ever gonna stop
I don’t even know if I really love this life I got, so
Maybe I gotta go,
Surrounded by these people but I’m still alone,
Stuck in this writer mode, go a little psycho tho
I been going around in circles like a bicycle
Got my wheels turning, burning rubber out the Firestones
I got these voices making noises through the microphones
The beats flowing, I haven’t seen the light in days
In my room making tunes tryna give my life a change
This the battlefield I need to engage
I’ma pin-point the game, I’m a sniper with range
Look through the scopes to find brighter days
At the heart I’m still a kid who’s tryna find a way
My family thinks I need an intervention
But I can’t even start the engine,
Expressions