Trevv - Reclusive lyrics

I ain't on the right track to get my life back Lately it's been crazy maybe my mind has been hijacked I ain't ever finish my raps Prolly all the weed that always seems to keep me sidetracked It all started wit a hit man It's the only reason that we are the clique man & lately they been leaning like some kickstands & i don't know if I can hold it down I need some quicksand With some bricks and, a f**ing quick plan Shoutout to my six fans, swear that y'all the sh** man Oh i swear that y'all the sh** fam Matter fact i promise y'all the reason i still spit man & the sober me noticed that I was overly focused Emotions eroded & slowly im chocking My lungs are open, no oxygen flowing, oh you know im hopeless & praying one day they notice But they never approach us, im like damn.. How you call yourself family, but couldn't give a damn to see Your son up in a phantom seat & living out his fantasies I can't believe you ran from me, god damnit Steve & now you claim that your the f**ing man to me We should plan to meet but i can't really stand to be With someone that ain't fair to me & always been so rare to see Life has got me scared to breath, but d**h has me prepared to leave So if i spread my wings & fly it's fine cuz life ain't guaranteed Mom n kate would always say to try to put my trust in faith & keep my heart with god cuz judgement day is only months away f** it, he could come today that's why I try to always pray & sometimes think it all is fake, the afterlife's a ball of space It's got me thinking our freedom is kind of cheated We repeating the smoking & drinking every f**ing weekend We celebrating achievements that we ain't even reaching We lettin demons completely freeze us until we're freezing It needs to stop now, all these people gettin shot down In these crooked cop towns man this a prob now Oh i swear this is a prob now We need to get it solved before we all get knocked down This is real life so tell me what it feels like I carry a concealed knife, this deal might Turn into a real fight, a real fight With body bags & funerals, these real lives get throw away That's why i stick to the usual This off topic, girl you f**ing beautiful Im talking bout you Cate & I hope them feelings are mutual It's like my lifes a cubicle that's filled with pharmaceutical That make me all delusional & lose touch with the usual's, ugh See im having dark thoughts, kind of in a hard spot Making it's a far shot, forever with the hard knocks Even if my cards flop ill still be making money up in muncie picking car locks This the star fox mutha f**as ..