War ft. Idealist & RT3 Lyrics

Im at war inside myself

The constant urge to give up and just Start to scream for help

The constant battle with these demons Feels like I'm in hell

No need to see a doctor he can't feel What I've done felt

It seems like no one has the answer

The thoughts inside my mind just eat Away at me like cancer

If you could be my medicine then I'll Be your commander

Just know I'll never die I'm back alive Like necro-mancer

Damn

Now im in shell shock

I keep on getting mixed signals like at A cross walk

Im running thin on my patience so ill Just jay walk

Im bringing fire and chaos just by my Gun stock

Whole lot

Oh stop, we ain't from the same block

I come from country and trailers you Come from trap spots

How we so different but we making Jaws lock

I think the message will reach em as Quick as air drop

We sound like robots

That algorithm isn't working yet

I think it's time to put on my Kevlar Bullet proof vest

If I drink a whole 5th of vodka take my Drivers test

When I get pulled from the wreckage Will there be something left

Probably a body nobody wanted a

Anyways

I'll drink that fifth of vodka in a honda While on the free way

Don't be surprised if I die cause alive I'll never be the same

Cause no one's helped me since a baby I suffer from growing pains

Those growing pains are a necessity The things that I despite

It's pretty hard to keep on breathing When I'm contemplating life

This shit just makes me suffer and I Will never win the fight

I never see the light in darkness it'll Never shine this bright

Hold up… I think we need a calmer Minute

How the fuck can I get that I've never Been this stronger with it

Maybe all that rage inside your chest Has finally made a difference

I don't know but I'll give up in like just 30 seconds

What You think you finally got it beat

Depression is like penny wise it's got To fucking eat

Does it look like imma stand here and Just suffer my defeat

I'mma hold that fucker ransom or just Sell his fucking spleen

No need Xanax or Rolex to hide all This pain

No need for blue checks or loose necks To buy all these chains

Fuck all that mumble rap that shits Trash it's outdated in this game

Fuck all them snakes in the grass that Get clout off my name

If you think that we'll stop or the shit Flops then we don't think the same

I only need some pens or pencils to Just go insane

I know this shit sounds so random and Can be so sporadic

But that's depression in me talking and That bitch is so dramatic