Текст песни Bp - MidKnyte

Been numb and I'm trapped
Don't see potential in me for my raps
It's a wrap
Been dumb since day one it's sad
I don't lend numbers like a hand
I fumble her because I can
Catharsis has been great
"That's not okay"
Okay been great, I'ma head my way
I can get rich, make it happen
Get a mansion or be a victim of Charles Manson
Bury the hatchet or Marry the sadness
Hairy madness, vary the ratchet so very the gladness
When will I slow down?
I don't know until I go fast I can and I reach my limit till' the
Backs of my hands are sweatin' indebtin' and embedded
In bed of my own dream, shackled in chains
With no jail, in jail with no bail, I fail and remain the same
But
Why do I even try?
I'm just another guy that wants to die
Spew to you, lies
Am I making a mark or am I afraid of the dark
Am i the same and can't change from the start?
Am I insane because I don't want us to apart
Part of me is scared of the light (Too Bright!)
Hard to see, but I'm stuck in this fallacy and fantasy of reality
You think this is a joke? No
Man, Fuck them hoes!
Bustin' like a 30-ought' six on block six
Puttin' pussies in wings like it's Buffalo
You better go, low before I go loco on y'all hoes
I attack diggers
You stack figures
I stack idols
Every rival
Stackin' clothes
Evil like a backin' black crow
*Voice clears*
Listen
I don't know this flow but this is so vicious and gold
Malicious mischief to go
I'm so cold and discomposed
I'm enrolled and composed of dark like a black rose
Pack told me
"Yo bro, you grown?"
You a phony, you below me
You always fuckin' lonely
I rose!
I'll go toe to toe with any foe
Bully me, and you will see how I'm so bold
Hold up, bitch
(Wait)
Hold a bitch like grown mold
These critics, sittin', wannna hear crickets when I drop it
Pull up in the Honda civic, being timid
Winnin' and went in to Hibbett's, i never flop shit
Beginnin' to feel like I'm sinnin' because I talk shit
When I'm toxic you can't stop it, it's not a option
Feelin' like a villain because I was told to zip it
Lock it, and put it in my pocket
He's just a clone of Nate and Marshall
His fate was washed like a carpool
Oh great, like a loiter, copy Joyner
That'll make it partial!
Better hurry, lyrical journey
Spiritual learning
Miracle earning
I'm glad to be sad because the deadliest sin is pride
Something I don't have for sure, mad to hide, always draggin' me
Fuck em' up, MidKnyte, this is my Weeps of Agony, be ready for a ride
Woo!
Yea
B.P
Hard to see me
I want to leave
All my emotions deep
B.P
B.P
Hard to see me
Woah (WoA)