Lyrics 8PM in Tampa - Anon

I don't want to waste
I don't want to play
Feel like my energy has been stupid and it's going down the drain
Hoping of something
The hope of feeling nothing
It's real until you rush and you're not feeling any loving
It's 8PM what you think?
And my city on fire for the way people trash it
I used to be on top, but then i lost it
I used to be one of those people who would check on you but now I'm the one who really needs some checking
I'm tired of long discussions
I'm tired of failing crushings
I'm tired of this dark road that's gets me a concussion
Do you see it?
Do you feel me?
Or do you feel the bad surrounding wrapped around with elastics
I'm on this road
Of women seeking loads
Loads of cash, loads of a pole, loads of situation that can make your mind explode
And we got way too close
To end this hope
Hope that's been promised, never broken, since the first day we ever spoke
I also realized women noticed men's weakness
But with that they hit us with "oooh, Ima leave him"
But that's not all women, that's the ones who adapted to the pitch black darkness road of winning
And that the lust
They fell into that dust
Never got to see their own kids play with toys r us
Metro boomin' tranced it
I became more addicted
More addicted to healthy lust that gods been forgiving
For us, two
In a loop
We can make something that no one ever got to do
But i'm talking too much
Maybe that's reason people want get away from me
Maybe that's the reason people pick royalty over loyalty
Maybe that's reason why in my plate they put more rice then beans
Maybe that's reason right now I'm going to say rest in peace Lil Keed
And the medias always on my D

Oh
Don't leave me
I've been on this road of trying find somebody
I hope you understand that you're not just anybody
It's too dark, this roads been muddy