Текст песни Relapse's - Zeeko & Manic

(Aight let's shut it down)
Okay, back to black
I gotta face the facts
It's time to stack, the racks
I take it back on track
No time to slack, relax
'Cause I get all these accolades on plaques, perhaps
The money is a shackle holding me back
This I've said
Tears I've shed
Take a step back to the past, reflect
High-roll bets
Cash on debt
Ice on neck, but livin' check-to-check, yeah
See it all gets back to the roots
Spat all smack in the booth
Collect my bag, but it's cuts they brag, and its not just regular food
Wrapped my shit last Monday
That's 20 hours in the stu
Still, I don't know what it gon' take
That's many hours with no clue, damn
Glued in
See my industry with no shoe prints
Due diligence to my movement
Do tell a friend of my nuisance
Do tell the block when I popped out
When it's more than hit-ups and the South crowds
My intuition has a foul mouth
My inhibition is about doubt, uh
Where's my spot when I played my part
In this shit called time 'cause I can't find
Half my feelin' and half my mind
But this all just ticks
And it's time that's flyin'
Hold me down
Not too low for what's stored deep down
For it's all B-town
He the only talent
For it's all B-town
He the only talent
Where the soul be found
Okay, back to black
I gotta face the facts
It's time to stack, the racks
I take it back on track
No time to slack, relax
'Cause I get all these accolades on plaques, perhaps
The money is a shackle holding me back
This I've said (I've said)
Tears I've shed (I've shed)
Take a step back to the past, reflect
High-roll bets
Cash on debt
Ice on neck, but livin' check-to-check, yeah
Human nature
Always repeatin' sooner or later
Stuck with the pain, its got many layers
Stuck in this game, but I'm not a player
Let me out, outta this cycle
Feel like the sanest while everyone's psycho
Fall in a spiral, I'm in denial
Followin' dark clouds, suicidal
Aight I'm back in the search for a silver lining
Keep track of the words that my hurt is hiding
My mind's getting worse, blessing and a curse
Riding on a verse till I'm riding in a hearse
First, hypocrisy and irony and
Next, they follow me and lie to me
In fact, they watchin' me so I can't leave
Lastly, I believe that I could be
Free, tell me can I hope
Counting on my luck, God, show me the ropes (freedom)
Is it ever wrong, tell me can I cope
Burning in my chest, yeah I'm puffin' up a smoke (freedom)
I cough and I choke
Look at my cards, they tell me to fold (freedom)
Fakin' a smile as I raise up a toast
I guess it is all a part of the show (freedom)
Which must go on
Let me go, let me go
Let me go, let me fly
Let me go, let me go
Let me fly, take me home
Let me go, let me go
Let me fly, take me home
Here lies the product of the broken system
The mindset of running away
In hindsight the lack of fulfillment
The blind side of what fills is what kills 'cause
We run for the fabrication of bein' enough
Yet what is enough, as I ask you did it end or did it just begin
Are we fulfilled, or are we just fools filled
With the notion of being naive
In the ocean of a failed society, a veiled reality
As we're prisoners of ourselves
Yet we prisonize the same values of what holds us down
Just hypocrites lookin' to be safe and sound
Lookin' to be safe and-
Lookin' to be safe and locked for our complexion
The reflection of a filled man, to fill them
As it's my way, my passage
The story of
Relapse's
Back to black
I gotta face the facts (yeah)
It's time to stack, the racks
I take it back on track (ooh)
No time to slack, relax
'Cause I get all these accolades on plaques, perhaps (yeah)
The money is a shackle holding me back (yeah)
(Ooh)
(Yeah)
This I've said
Tears I've shed (ooh)
Take a step back
To black