The Alchemist Lyrics

Depression is gripping a pistol

Resting my teeth on a pistol

Mouth fucking on a pistol

Light trigger its a lit fuse

Suspended and hidden in this room

Whats wrong? imma lie soon

Inside imma die you

Would've probably never asked

Suicide or a typecast?

Live first or you're dead last

Sunset imma set back

Set fire I'm a bit wired

I've been too tired

I can't unpack

Missed call

I can call back

I can call back

I can't call back

Ask my bro if he'd pick up

Nigga just sent the song back

Fucked my ex off the contact

Had a baby that was still born

He was still born he's a gone dad

No shit but i speak facts

All niggas been hit ghost

No pasta i need roast

Full meal when you're cheap, broke

Too sad i can't find hope

Might kill i need lead boats

Might swim on the airwaves

I can kiss head and it'll melt more

Ice scripture with a fit poise

Wet floor with a slick voice

Catfish i dont play coy as an old soul

I dont need joy

Oy

Something to nothing i'm grinding

Nothing to something i'm finding

Something is nothing in my dreams

Nothing is something in my head

No power I’m a Brooklyn

Thick girl with a sad man

Bad man With a badland

Moral mind of a trash can

Lay Dick a her throat

Ram horns I’m a goat

No bread I’m a loaf

No laughs I'm a joke

No stats to your vote

One rope for your boat

Capsize at the show

Too drunk for a spoke

I’m too high for the coke

Too high I'm a dope

Still slip on the slope

No friends I'm the coat

Suicide what i wrote

If you love let me know

If you don’t let me go

Shoot my brain to the clouds

I’ll be gone for a while

Straightforward as a child

Straightforward as a line

I been hurting for a while

Ain’t no silence in my mind

I do art for escape

I ain’t happy til you’re fine