CKL - Waste lyrics

[Instrumental: Epik High - Over] [Intro] Ckl yo I'm a f**ing waste bro f** everything [Verse 1] In my, mind, i'm lebron without the confidence In my, rhymes, i'm 2Pac without the content Ill never be content with my life and decisions Achieving nothing with my low level of provisions Regarding care for myself and all of those around me Wish i could be saved, but no one has ever found me To be worth anything, im priceless and worthless Should curse less, but stress makes me want to confess That im a mess, a wreck, come off brutally savage Not a personality trait, but emotional baggage Tried to salvage the good parts, but i found none No proficiency with tools cept myself and fake guns Digital professional, but dont translate to success Clicking pixels individual, can't pick self from this rest That's been lifelong, gave it all up years ago Can't hear the flow, watching the stream but it froze Ironic how my life has been at a stand still When i got disorder hyperactive that should cancel And i can't still be rapping about the same old sh** People gettin bored tho they dont hear the lyrics That depict a story that should never be gone through Still not slew, just failing cla**es and debts accrue Moral compa** hit a magnet, lost direction in living 200 dollars later, im mediocrely spitting And days crawl by as i suffer slings and arrows That rain from bows cruel and small minds narrow Im just a scarecrow, outstanding in my field Only vultures notice, but thats the crop that i yield [Hook] I dont know what i should do When all my decisions just lead to moot And everything i try just is in vain And im about to cut mine open im just sayin [Verse 3] Everytime i open my mouth, more pollution comes out Might be from teeth-staining cigs or the bullsh** i spout No real knowledge in anything, im a ten of all trades Born second round pick bound to be sent to the spades Pen mightier than the sword, dont agree with that Doesnt matter either way, my blood already runs black Took my meds for a while and thought i was right on track Took a step back, belief hardened that im just a hack [Verse 4] Who has a knack to talk a big f** ton of smack While wishing inside that he'd od'd on that With a rope on his sleeve and a needle hypodermic Filled with white china like mirror of this hermit Who thinks skin-deep and shallower than a puddle Called out on everything, but can't offer any rebu*tal Finds it a struggle to consider pursuing becoming a couple Too f**ing stupid to escape living in his bubble Writes repetitive lines, just spherical lyrical Day to day satirical, but really focused on spiritual In the back of the physical, cramming lines and syllables Into songs all cynical, trying to make it to centerfold Of double ex ell, neglect syllabus, grades are hell Experiencing dissonance, my life in a nutshell Just compelled to make something of it from nothing Just condemned to live life just forever fronting [Hook] I dont know what i should do When all my decisions just lead to moot And everything i try just is in vain And im about to cut mine open im just sayin [Outro] Im just sayin man Just wanna slice my f**ing wrists open man Thers nothin bout it King cal