Текст песни Tax (feat. Brandon Pulphus) - Exxe

I'm getting tired of the bull shit, stacking up
Bills hounding like a wolf shit, pack it up
Think of robbing with a full clip, back it up
Get the money and the jewels quick, rack it up
I don't really wanna do that but you already knew that
I just wanna chill, lite a blunt, where my crew at
Shit is getting real growing up I never knew that
I would have to feel like this some day
Don't know what it is its just some days
Getting thru the reals I just cant face
Fighting out of bed, kinda wishing I was dead
Cuz reality a pill that I just cant chase
I just need a deal on the real, with a house on the hills
And a mil that could line my safe
I know that I will but it kills trying to fight
Cuz I'm still hella lost trying to find my way
Tell me what it cost for a map to a good place
Do you charge by the hour for a soul
Am I off that you tax on the good things
But the bad shit run for the low
It's a fucked up place that we live in
We the proof of a world so cold
In the youth it was nothing but sunshine days
But the rain came down getting grown
My nigga I been down today
I don't really feel like coming round today
I ain't finna go up out the house today
Fuck it I ain't coming off the couch today
Feel the water rising might drown again
Numbing up the feeling with the loud again
I don't wanna get up off the ground again
I don't know if I'ma make it out again

I just wish that I could fly
High up way above the clouds
Leave this stressing all behind
Won't let bullshit bring me down
They been taxing on my soul
What's the cost of living life
All this pressure on the ground
Spread my wings and I take flight

Livin' life so jaded, never really had no patience
So I gotta hit this gin til I'm way too faded
Hoping the pain do the same and I'm wandering aimlessly, oh yeah
I was numb now I'm so accustomed. Felt the spark, she was only bluffin
We ain't going nowhere like construction scenes, you know what I mean
Try to move on and they still in your dreams
Feel like its never an end to the taxing, man I just wanna be free
Dumb, right, yea I know but I got Bombay with a blunt to roll
When I gets stress out gotta hit the road and I still gotta pay the toll, heh
State of my emotions I'm in debt, I can never seem to get ahead
All I ever want to do is fly, heavy heart I'm shackled to the bed
And it ain't no key, scared to love so I stay low key
Hit the blunt, we can blaze on me but I'm out the door at like eight oh three
And I got there at six. Still broke it don't get no better, despite my effort
All my life, been check to check like a health inspector
I ain't build for this type of pressure, one day it'll be OK
I can't stress enough that I stress enough and
Man I gotta find a way its like yea

I just wish that I could fly
High up way above the clouds
Leave this stressing all behind
Won't let bullshit bring me down
They been taxing on my soul
What's the cost of living life
All this pressure on the ground
Spread my wings and I take flight