Anzio - 1en Pas1 1welve lyrics

23:21 and my writings begun For what I think's about an hour and my heads going numb No words even given to me by my conscious Yet he never sided to be who he was f** Started to lie down in lust Knocked off track by a pack of b**hes But they knew they were the triggers Of a n***a figure Probably drown himself in liquor But he got himself in trouble uhh But I ain't a model rolling tryna be a sell-out Yeah, the sh** that comes out of my mouth Wouldn't Probably even save your stupid a** The recent sh** you just said, man defeats the past Anti-social Anxiety and emotion Priority be a potion So far that's been set in motion To figure out where it's going Lotta weight that I be towing sh**, How deep do I keep mowing Can't even face my own sh** I'd rather deal with it in my own pit Never wanted help I need my own ship “Anzio keep in going Man you can own sh**” f** yall, yall wanna see me fall yall can't help at all Fake n***a keep me in the dark But what can I say These n***as the ones who live life placid Just like plastic 6 Hours left till my daily break Active minds are what seem to be fake if I told you bout it I'm sure you wouldn't relate At least you're not deep enough to ensure your due date Just relax I'm not that insane But you would've jumped to the next track but in fact you haven't So let me tell you what we have in common And just so you don't have a problem It exist… sh**... I don't even bother And the next baby momma just tryna earn her next scholar some pay And even so you don't earn any money so what's wrong with the baby daddy driving coupes can you relate uh And if I told you that he wouldn't be able to afford his next fix That's a story for another day About the power and the glory that's what he say And they keep telling me about that anyway I wasn't able to sleep for the past couple months So I drowned in the mud And my mind in the lust Who can I even trust What? Family Man c'mon that wouldn't even come in handy So it wouldn't even matter if it make em happy And I shouldn't even go and try to make a landing Right? Now tell me one of two things If I die would it really mean sh** And if I try to jump would they even sing a hymn SO TECHNICALLY THEY WOULDN'T EVEN GIVE ONE sh*t But the many of us, just tolerate Keep it in a shell, then kinda hate Trouble with that is When you wanna hit the walls back too bad hoping you relate Seems to me there's a burden I see, it's me I'm outta this, people see the real me So ima keep cool, and see the bright lights to white right and the end of the seen you know But depression is keen you know