Текст песни Obsessive (feat. DigitalDopamine) - Mi$$Y feat. DigitalDopamine

Obsessive
Overly in fact
I spent a lot of my time
I will never get back
Stressing'
Left me
I don't get the message
Cooking in the basement
Locked in my development
Adjacent

But never leaving spaces
Creases in the sidewalk
And I hit the pavement
I'm skating'
Float across the statement
But not the same way that
You state that you hate me
So save me

Well I'm a slave to my past
But I'm a whole different person
And it's not gonna last
I was different back then
But now my bones are made of glass and
I hate me too
That's why I put him in the past and
I put her in the past and
I put me in a casket
Filled with broken glasses and
Phones that I have smashed and I
Lit it up with matches
Guess that I'm the hatchet
Wanna hear you say that
I'm the best you ever had bitch

(I don't think I can write anymore
This prescription
Doesn't seem right
I feel
Like I'm dead)

My heart is feeling vacant and I don't know what to do
I'm in the mix, I fill my cup with a little bit of booze
Take a couple drinks, feeling like I'll never ever lose
When I look at the Nine; I see the vision, then improve

I swear to god, I'm on a mission, every song I got a new flow
We moving to fast, the opposition steady move slow
I'm rolling up a pack, stuff my blunt with the whole bag
No thanks, I'm never leaving no tracks, big facts

I'm on a mission tryna' make another bag
When we come up, I swear to god, I'm never coming back
I'm on a mission tryna' make another bag
When we come up, I swear to god, I'm never coming back
And that's a fact, I'm never coming back
On my old ways, I'd rather get a mother fuckin' bag
And that's a fact, I'm never coming back
On my old ways, I'd rather get a mother fuckin' bag

(I swear to god, I'm on a mission, every song I got a new flow)
(We moving to fast, the opposition steady move slow, I'm)
(I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm)
(I'm on a mission tryna make another bag)
(When we come up, I swear to god I'm never coming back)
(I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm)
(I'm on a mission tryna' make another bag)
(When we come up, I swear to god, I'm never-)