Sell Our Souls (prod. Trapezoid)

Everywhere we go, we

Sell our souls for dope we

Sell our souls to dope

 

Fuck I can't focus on anything everything been so depressing and

I am not looking for answers in places where nobody has any

I am not open to comment I'm a not video I am a person, with dreams and desires

To just be admired

Not be called a liar

It's dire but shit can just happen

Who the fuck would I be without this rapping

Now I got all these feeling that nagging

Now I got wings and you bet that I'm flapping

A fucking assassin

The best at this test it I'm heaven sent

Topics irrelevant

I could spit anything and it be better than

Hundreds of kids that just try to be better and

But they can't not ever, compete on this level

I'm sipping a fifth and I'm drinking my pleasure

Was into this shit as kid and it's clever

I sit on my ass and i write her a letter

Won't ever deliver

But that's for the better

 

 

 

i'm like rolling dope with no concern for for health or cost

i have never been the type of person to be anger nah

i just like to spit my feelings, when i'm higher than the ceiling

concealing everything inside my rhymes with dimes and nines,

 

i've lost my mind

i've lost my soul

I never sleep

I hit this bowl

and shit it's old

and shit i'm told

i won't grow old

if i don't slow

but i say no

and im rebellious

im impulsive but i'm zealous

i can feel mc get jealous

in the presence of a menace

 

 

what the fuck is it you want to just say to me

don't give me maybe

dont act like im crazy though i know i am

shit as of lately i'm feeling so bland

shit as of lately my heads in the sand

shit as of lately there's too many people who want to be friend

who see what i do with a pen and they wanna get in

but fuck all of them

 

constantly running and running but never finding any peace

so like please can you listen to me when I come up and speak

its my feeling on sleeves its my feelings on beats

and im feeling so heated

whenever im reaping like all that i sowed

in a room full of amateurs i am a pro

in a room full of emptiness i will just glow

will i ever make it i really don't know

 

yo

this shit is bananas you tripping on this

my shit like a mammoth, a legend that doesn't exist

but you now that at one point it did

and way back when it did it was scary as shit

 

and now im online on some musical shit

looking all over for some place to spit

and then i had found it and i gave it a shot

trapezoid hope that you think this shit is hot