Cut the Lights

Try and walk up the hill, staying still, treadmill

Exertion for real, so tired is how I feel

Never give up but I’m feeling to tall for the ceiling

To big for the hidey hole, small for a villain

No I never had a home in my head, so gone

All alone ‘till I’m dead, no one

2019, fuck a baby now Brenda's got a gun

Nobody give a fuck about nothing on the run

On the cool, on the down low, I see the streets is seedy

Never beat me ‘cause I’m leaving the rest of ‘em being greedy

Being fearless ain’t easy, I know that the vultures see me

On the scene but never leave the house, it’s the bottle, I’m the genie