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I'm not alright..

Uh..huh..
Yeah..

You're not supposed to let the sun go down on beefs
So props to anyone who don't show teeth
I'm here to borrow all the words that a photo speaks
And if you listen, you would know those things
But listen, I'ma let you know what dodo's think
A six legged brontosaurus with the coat all mink
Try flippin up the collar but your boat all sink
You're sittin in the bathtub, cold cuts, no blood to drink
And I been stuck
And thinkin' bout the past 3 days
Last 3 things I did to steer me in the passing lane
Most time it's just luck that leaves me
The suc-cess, most time leave me just as much stress
So don't multiply your chance of defeat
And pick your phone up and answer the ring
Rollin up the ramp to the brink
of gettin' it right
But the top always stops just to celebrate defeat

You probably never seen me this way
These aren't things that normal people display
I've lost a few days to this beast in my skull
With no sleep and it shows
I keep composure with a bigger dose (I'm not alright) x2

Level-headed till my left brain's right
Life's a chess game, the one L shape
I'ma take what's mine
Shadow jouster, I tight rope my high hopes fine
You and I know the bouncin' but what stolen line
Find your way through Hell's gates from the one way sign
A trail of stalemates with stalemate time
Sharp be my existence on the inside of your eye
So you never forget the vision in which beauty lies
I'm ugly, or so says the two way mirror
And the only thing to fear is fear itself
Unplug me off the wall cuz doomsday's near
All in all, I don't trust me when I need my help
It must be..
(I'm not alright)

This has all the makings of a wack
Right down to the faulty wirin'
And all you firin' off at the mouths ain't help me out
All you firin your pieces, only got me tryna find where peace fits
It's makin' me sick
I'm not quite a drunken master, more like a walkin disaster
Shadow boxin' assassin
Shadow hills, target practice
Consists of me and a bullet with my name on it
The rest is history, ready for a bias spin on it
I'm there wantin' a change but I'm too caught up in these thangs
I'm just markin' the days off of this calendar
Like I can't wait to get outta here
I can't wait man..
I can't, I cant..

You probably never seen me this way
These aren't things that normal people display
I've lost a few days to this beast in my skull
With no sleep and it shows
I keep composure with a bigger dose (I'm not alright) x2

What you know about bein' afraid?
We fall in line, apologize till our souls are praised (Vanilla sky)
Yo the devil's got a shoulder to stay (A crooked smile)
Cuz its better happy showin' his face (In quite a while)
What you know about a holy crusade? (To sit and die)
Why wonder how the story can change (To sit inside)
Signify by a glorious case (Or passin' time)
Yo, I never felt the need to explain (Just passin' by)
Askin' why your most high resides at a mountain top
Yo, I rather walk with gossip and drunkest(?) to finale
With a pitchfork tap temple tuggin' at my sleeve
Best believe there's more to the score than the ink can tally

What you know about bein' afraid? (I'm not alright)
What you know about bein' afraid? (I'm not alright)
What you know about bein' afraid? (I'm not alright)

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