Toby - Innerspace lyrics

[Intro: Sample] [Verse 1 - Deacon the Villain] I remember as youngin' Slummin' with my crusaders Garcia Vegas, burglarizing neighbors for Segas Lil schemers, countin' Beemers, Benzes & Acuras It's tough to count blessings when battlin' Count Dracula Life's fangs'll drain yo blood in floods Can't wade in that water because of rogue scuds Role models taught us you oughta just roll up In life there's no love whatever yo role was Find wealth No need to find self Stand in line until you find your spot on a shelf (Sold!) Don't mean to sound cold, got my soul singing baritone Feelin' down low To think Of those in this winter with no mink, or folk Weathering this desert with no drink to cope Some chain smoke with no link or hope Just dope, tree and a rope [Bridge - Deacon the Villain x2] You are the living truth of life ooh ooh The fastest can't run from who they are I'd run from self but no man can run that far [Verse 2 - Toby] Turn the page, eventually I hit a certain age Learn that all the freedom was worthless when you're afraid Success can often be a perfect cage Searching for a way to stay the same while the world will change A prisoner, trapped in the regret Cuz the ego can't keep up if they happen to reject it Sometimes you want so bad to be respected Goin' after it ‘til you've left your happiness neglected I've seen the weakness in grown men Playing games with their pain, they cheat but they don't win Seen ‘em feed the needle deep into their own skin Tryna find a fleeting bit of peace in that moment More success to fix what's left Take an even bigger risk like after this I'll rest Til he painted with the razor on his wrist a red The color of lips, pucker up it's the kiss of d**h [Verse 3 - Natti] I'm Bustin' Loose, no Wilder, just a Pryor (prior) And that debt was paid in spades and barbed wire Later use eyes to weigh and move fire Then moved crowds in wades with hellfire Meet a fan, kick it witcha, take a picture Sign both titties and give a pound to your mister It's been real Realer than steel I'da grabbed before I picked up a pen and a pad sh**, it's been chill Chiller than the look in the eye of a junkie when he's looking to buy looking to fly Pyrex on the good eye of a broke stove Pyramid of cans, tin foil with poke holes Soft white girl break your nose and gets harder Revenge of the Caine , the original Get Carter Take your favorite star, make him into a martyr Life ain't Trending, it's ending See farther