Personal (feat. Ricky Motion & Evan Crommett)

I've been searching for their praise for a minute
 I don't try
 I've been in a daze, I'm offended I won't lie
 Give a fuck if they didn't mean it
 This is my life
 Homie I'm takin it personal
 I've been drunk for 25 days a month
 I've been stuck for like more like 31
 I'm about to face this personal
 Homie I'm takin it personal
 Thoughts all deep, drinking knob creek
 Rhythm off beat, living all bleek
 Dying' from life and my symptoms on fleek
 Holy water just drip on my cheek
 And it fall to my lips I could taste the salt
 From the weight and the way they talk
 All the doubt from what they had thought
 All the running' back and forth tryna pace my heart, I won't let you
 Mirror convos, I don't get you
 Thinking of all the fun that come from being simple
 That I just don't get to
 No rescue, I don't want it, I won't neck you
 See my head too bright
 won't dull my light
 Don't kiss ass, I ain't even that great at eating pussy
 So y'all can go ahead and just push me
 Swallow this whiskey but never my pride
 I won't hide won't lie no no no no
 Can't walk in my shoes, but truth is
 I wouldn't want you to, that just might taint my soul so
 All I know is I don't know
 All that shows is what don't show
 All my highs are my lows yo
 I'm trying, what if I never fight hard enough?
 What if my skin, isn't golden
 In the shining' eyes of the chosen?
 I, I, hope to God I'm enough
 But at times, I, feel so alone and stuck
 I need some answers right now
 I've been drinking and driving the seatbelt's for pussies and clowns
 I put my faith in green faces
 But only cause none of em frown
 Tired of doubters and old toy vibes always putting me down
 Putting me down
 Rapper by night like I'm caped to crusade
 But I'm still working eight hours a day
 I acquaintance and she tryna date
 Drank fell asleep and forgot now I'm late
 Ironic, I wonder why I be alone
 Always exposing myself in these poems
 Wonder if certain things I can atone
 Ain't wanna do this shit over the phone
 Know that my body's your temple your home
 I laid it down like position is prone
 Invite to party don't care to go,
 All of my homies like fair enough, emotionally unavailable
 When will I feel like I've grown?
 I'm 25, and I still ask my momma to fold all my clothes
 I'm still a novice when I'm on the stove
 Making grilled cheese is bout all that I know
 Slippery slope obligated to soldier
 Nap sack tied to a stick on my shoulder
 Every day feels the same
 Every day feels the same
 Can't keep these images out of my brain
 I'm calling for guidance, I'm short on replies and
 I'm scrolling through all these names
 Tell me now how can I numb the pain
 I, I, hope to God I'm enough
 But at times, I, feel so alone and stuck
 I've been searching for their praise for a minute
 I don't try
 I've been in a daze, I'm offended I won't lie
 Give a fuck if they didn't mean it
 This is my life
 Homie I'm takin it personal
 I've been drunk for 25 days a month
 I've been stuck for like more like 31
 I'm about to face this personal
 Homie I'm takin it personal
 Personal
 Personal
 And you fight, you're a fighter
 And you fight, you're a fighter
 And you fight, you're a fighter
 And you fight, you're a fighter
 And you fight, you're a fighter
 And you fight, you're a fighter
 And you fight, you're a fighter
 And you fight, you're a fighter