Emilio Rojas - Zombie lyrics

Yeah..yeah [Hi-Rez:Hook] I've been feeling like a zombie man all the days just starting to blend I wish I can go and press rewind and just start all over again I've been in and out of therapy and I'm hanging on by a thread So I'm living for right here and now cause I feel like I'm near the end [Hi-Rez:Verse 1] Look...Rez Feel like the end around the corner but my time is right now Ya'll don't know what I been goin' through so f**in' pipe down Stop thinking that I gotta live up to your hype now And cause I got a buzz I gotta always act polite now? So many thoughts in my head it's gettin' harder to write down Now my music finally poppin' old friends think we tight now Searching for the light now, been getting used to the darkness Only break bread with the people that you starve with Nobody know my hardships, I'm livin' in the darkness I'm chasing after God but the Devil keep followin' Heart - cold as the Artic Vomiting - cause my bars sick This industry full of puppets, someone tell me where the artists I'm on my Brett Favre sh** and all my bars starved Going hard for the longest yard 'til I'm in my coffin Always worked the hardest, a rookie to a starter And every other up and comer didn't make the roster motherf**a [Hook] [Emilio Rojas:Verse 2] Now when I see you winnin' man it eat me alive I ain't the type that'll hate You ain't the type that I like seein' survive All I wanted was my piece of that pie sh** But we couldn't get it together and it keeps slippin' by How many days? how many evenings high? to try to fight the hurt My eyes red all the time no wonder life a blur I had a chick I would've sacrificed my life for her Started going wrong when I started doing right by her Uhh It's what it's like to be envied and die young Had a mid-life crisis at twenty I'm Cy Young all of my people are pitchin' right where they steppin' High-strung so when they hit the lights then we jettin' errooom Another woman 'causing me stress so I run to another woman's open arms to forget Right, I'm getting calls 'bout how my peoples is dead and I ain't hit one of they funerals yet God-damn [Hi-Rez:Verse 3] Look... I'm disconnected from reality Ain't in this for a salary I hope to one day make my father proud of me The world is always mad at me That's why I'm out here pa**in' weed Wakin' up in pain my thoughts always attackin' me Now this could end in tragedy, or this could turn to triumph Yeah boy I'mma conquer all my fears or die tryin' Make music to inspire Preaching without a choir Smokin' and gettin' higher I was born a f**in' fighter yeah So throw the keys to BDG and tell him to pull the ride up I got a coupla' females and a room at the Hyatt Let's roll a coupla' Phillies in the hotel and get higher In Cali like the Niners tell a hater come find us I'm always speakin' my mind, so no label get behind us These ignorant a** people is keepin' they third eye shut yeah I'm tryna rise up uhh because I been down f** these fake a** clowns rockin' big crowds Rez