Curtains

You don't wanna look through my glass, My life slow, but I rhyme fast,
I feel tortured by my past, As I pass, another bottle,
Pour it into my glass, I think that I might crash, I might pass,
Right out, Spread across the fucking ground, Oh he's good,
Nah I think he'll probably come around,
Get back up and start to drink, Until I fucking drown,
It's like nobody really cares if I'm living now, First Verse: Nah,
I don't really know why the fuck I'm alive,
I wake up every single day so I just try to survive,
I'm living reckless and I don't know why the fuck I don't try,
Started drinking, grab the keys, And try to go for a drive, Yeah,
Go and drink because you feeling depressed, You think it's gonna help,
But you is getting stuck in a net, You think I give a fuck,
Nah until you get in a wreck, With broken body parts,
You watch the blood, It drip from your neck, ——- Yeah,
That's a little bit sick now, Oh you don't care,
Because you think you just the shit now,
Yeah you TVBUU that muthafuckin Devil now, Well look bitch,
Your ass is still underground, Yeah, And you work a 9 to 5,
And you cry everyday, And you don't know why,
You panic too fucking much, So you don't get high,
You lock yourself in the room, And don't come outside, —— Hmm,
You say you don't have no friends, What the fuck you talking bout,
It's me and you till the end every time you get depressed,
It is me that comes in, You always talk about praying,
But you full of the sin, You said you tired of the bullshit,
But you always give in, You a shark in the ocean,
Why the hell you can't swim, I know it's hard to keep a smile,
When I know you pretend, But if you gotta fake that shit,
Then fake that shit till the end, —— Hook:
Sometimes I feel so depressed I don't think that I'll ever come down,
I just want to be successful, I want to be wearing the crown,
But sometimes the shit in my life it just hurts me it just makes me
Shut me down; I just want to be the best in my city,
I'm reppin my town, —— Yeah I don't know what I'm here for in the
First place, But when that curtain calls,
I wanna walk out on the stage,
When that curtains calling me —— Second verse:
I'm so tired of being compared, Like fuck man it ain't fair,
A lot of muthafuckas got me feeling like I'm trapped in a box,
And how can I breathe with no air, I'm nowhere, Oh yeah,
And how come he blowing up, And you, You still here, Well listen up,
I'm me, And he's him, So please, Don't make me go there,
I'm just here, Sitting in my muthafuckin closet bitch,
Holding all my problems up until I bottle it,
Until I start to get sick, And wanna vomit it,
Then everybody acting like they got a problem with,
Everything that I've been doing with my fucking movement,
Sometimes it just feel like I ain't even moving,
Even when I'm winning, I just feel like I'm losing,
Staring at this mirror, Wonder what the fuck I'm doing,
I got a homie that's locked up,
That I ain't even take the time to write, And it just kills me inside,
Cause I haven't seen him in a few years,
And I know he probably wonders, If I know he's still alive,
Shout out to jae mo, Cause nobody believed me,
He gave me an opportunity,
To show the world what I'm made,
& Now I make these muthafuckas bleed.