Sun down

Stargazing
 Quiet, even though my heart's racing
 South Beach, right around Art Basel
 Wonder when things gon' start changing
 I need Obama back
 I feel like I need a trauma pack
 For my psyche, I might need a hollow tip
 Shorty calling, I might need to call her back
 I see all of y'all asking the same thing
 What is life for a nigga like me?
 Everybody wanna be the friend that I want
 But don't nobody wanna be the friend that I need
 Everybody tryna see end of my peace
 But ain't nobody tryna see the end of my piece
 Maybe fake shit was the lesson I need
 Maybe tryna face shit was a better idea (yeah, maybe not)
 But I don't know
 Whole world made a nigga monotone
 Then wanna judge me off the cover of my novel
 So I just deal with it
 Next week I might feel different
 Talk shit might be real friction
 Been that way for a lil' minute, so
 What I'ma do?
 Blood on my shoes, blood of my blood
 Blood in the booth, blood in my cup
 Blood in my roots, blood in my love
 Blood in my food
 Too much of anything is dangerous
 Two cups of Henny please to pain with us
 New Chucks can never ease the pain, brother
 New love don't ever feel the same, does it?
 Damn
 I don't fuck with a lot of people I grew up with
 I was on the grind, they was on some dumb shit
 I was on the dime, they was on some dumb shit
 I don't wanna rhyme when I'm off the substance
 I just wanna find something I can fuck with
 I just want a sign that I'm not up out my mind
 'Cause I'm all about my grind, I can't watch the sunset
 People tryna sleep on me, it feel like (feel like)
 I'm living in a prison in real life (real life)
 I think about ending it, still might (still might)
 A little percent of me see the bitch in your energy
 And a little percent of me feel like (feel like)
 There ain't no karma
 So why I'm so amazed when it ain't no honor code
 But I feel the same, boy, I ain't no father
 Sun down (sun down)
 (You already know what the fuck going on) sun down
 (It's no threat, bitch)
 (Ain't no motherfucking threat, not now or ever) sun down, yeah
 (Fuck outta here if you ain't rappin' forever) sun down
 (You know what the fuck going on)
 (Red X on my skin, nigga, that's war-paint, bitch) yeah