Jet Gladstone - Thrill lyrics

[Intro] Selfishness is poverty I tend to share a part of me But sometimes I'm not even willing to do it properly Dying of thirst, something a little more typical So many n***as just stay looking for the physical Same old song and the same old mindset End of the day, you keep the same old regrets Listen to the virtue, been a couple years son Looking out the outcome, look look, because [Hook] [Verse 1] My mind is so gone but my soul is still living here Stressed the f** out, like my end is so f**ing near New girl got me locked up and I wanna flee And it's k**ing me, and she threw away my only key I just wanna write it down and tell the girl how I feel Second guessing and regrets tell me I should keep it sealed Crying out loud "Baby please why don't you, leave me alone 'Fore I put you on a song and you blow up my phone" Saying "Please why don't you", all of the time You stay on top of my mind, and most of the time Girl you one of a kind, but some of the time You got me feeling confined The new me inside of me is tryna get up outta me I'm living in sin, just like I'm living up in Sodomy So this is me, telling you the truth that's the boundary In agony, telling you the truth, look I'm piecing a masterpiece, all I need is the masterpiece Filing claim after f**ing claim as I watch for the press release Burglar state of mind taking back what is rightfully mine Prodigy paving the path, people just stealing my shine If I had another chance, 'nother night, 'nother dance You had me in a trance, k**ing it at first glance Now you gone, not the same, only got myself to blame Not a game I'm losing though, only got my a** to blame [Hook] [Verse 2] You could say I only did it for the thrill A thought so cold it's leaving me with chill Couple weeks later and the time just pa**ed by Every damn day I gotta think about an allaby Asking me questions like "Why I gotta spend my time on em" Taking all these numbers, never wasting my time on em No soul, blacked out, like it was a Great Dane Color drained out of my face, a broken water mane Memories and all the rest of the past, are gone away Reminiscing to the days when I used to run away "Quiero mas, quiero mas", thousand times I want some more Reciting poems and singing songs until I reach your door Not gonna make this another indicative rap song Not gonna make this another motherf**ing rap song Just another track so you can know what's really on my mind Just another track so I can always be up on your mind Pouring out my heart so you can call it my confession Not to be confused with something slight of an obsession Risking my life at home and the rest for a broad Ain't perfect, lot more than short of a God You ain't with me in the waiting room, waiting like a f**ing groom With me in the end, with me when I leave the f**ing booth Waiting on the tears, God I wanna leave this f**ing room Instead I lounge around while I'm feeding off the f**ing gloom