Jillian Fitzpatrick - Trepidation lyrics

I gotta lotta problems, (yeah) that's true Head's always foggy, like what's new? When I get money, it''ll be so funny Ill afford wind-wipers for my brain, you dummy My nose is runny Got blood coming down and my spirits are bubbly I'm popping pills fresh out the jump I got Adderall veins and a big fat lump In between my shooter toes Nobody has to find out, and so nobody knows I got ripped shirts and holes in my clothes I'm holed-in my basement feeling like a hobo Ken you pa** me my pen, I'm trashy Then its trash-heap take Me out with trash week Feeling nasty And by that I mean gross It's been about two weeks since I've washed my clothes Been about two weeks since I've seen my bros Since I've seen my shows Here time moves differently yet it never slows I'm too sick and full of medication Body is over-run, where's my vacation? Gripping on a flaming gun, called trepidation Dang that worked, call it anticipation My rhymes appear early in my dreams, or meditation I'm running out of time if it's time that I'm chasing Take a t-goldie line for inspiration No, I would never, I fail the tests he's acing Stop dropping topics like you know interrogation The second they ask you, you cannot be lacing Up your shoes even if they're Velcro (Gotta few tricks in my pocket with my cellphone) I make you laugh like oh no Make you cry and they show Up to the party Only getting started As a ghost, Jacob Marely (I) Am your visitor Like inquisitor I gobble up my words like It's Thursday and I'm thickener Thickening up Hands slipping from the cup Sloppy dirty and smelly like I'm a new kind a mutt Bros just coverup By myself too often, can't keep my mouth shut Often my soul is dropping and it falls with that cup Only drink h20 or something odd like that Guess I didn't know I could feel so fat One meal a day, but it's the words that I lack No energy, I am just an effigy Of someone who can actually just look like that Screw an Instagram filter I go off-kilter They call me jill, cuz I think I just Jilt her Pop my eyeballs out and spit em out my mouth Brain full of static so I took a new route Cannot figure it out Playing name games with a tame brain Like im a criminal and am down to flout Mess with me and I'll probably agree Yell at the mirror cuz it's figure hates me Laugh at ya, smear her, face up on that tree I get graphic in here even when I wanna stop No seraphic I guess I'll throw my halo in some rocks Can't work my trade cuz the demons invade Every waking moment, like Britney I am your slave Toking broken moments with the pipe inside my grave Smoking, doping, omens of a life I cannot save Choking, hoping I win but I'm still inside the cave We play tho, only got to say so And I'll shut off my brain like I'm slapped in the face with a Peso Still caught up in the fray, yo Could use that money like a honey wanna payroll I should just lay low My head has been itchin, guess it's best if I'm scherzo (scared so, fast, vigorous, triple time...)