Verse 1:
The way i'm living now is kinda ironic
Striving to be iconic and I want to grow my mind like hydroponics
Spreading this f**ing music like the bubonic plague
But my vision's vague, forsaken, take a look in Tonik's brain
Kinda f**ed up ain't it, full of thoughts my mind is cavin
That's probably why I wake and bake, chasing cake
And raking scrilla, moving my family from apartments to a villa
Vision can't be realer, but still isolation occurs
Feeling so free, mind and soul concurs
Blurring my vision, if I had a wish, I'd wish my life to be deferred
My name is Gin, sinister ways just on the whim
Found a glimpse of life, but the strife caused me to sin
Chasin dreams, kinda seems like its slippin away
Rippin the page, scratch and scribble, write a new verse
Rehearse the sh**, just to find out i'ma throw it away
Writer's block
Hook:
False accolades heart racing at a rapid pace
Spitting 16's like Sistine chapel paint
Artful ways with a heart full of dues to pay
But I know better, won't do it in a foolish way
It's foolish …
It's foolish to think that Tonik's mind's on the brink
Of breaking, quit faking the real from the fake
Satan's disciple could be my devil's advocate
If I had a wish i'd wish my f**ing life to end
I'm rendering the thoughts that are rushing through me
Like a Vicodin pill mixed with thoughts of pursuing
This rap sh**, packing fat cigs, dealing with stress
Emotional ups and downs like c**aine mixed with the sess
Obsessive, that's what really defines me
Rhymes crossing my mind like it's constantly rewinding
Insane or not insane, my minds inane
Going in circles, flirting with d**h, my minds in pain
Need some paink**ers and diazepines, I am a fiend
Call me what you want, in my shoes you wouldn't say the same, thing
Hook