Drowning In My Blood (Prod. Trap...

Hook:

Drowning in my own blood, god damn,

I got my face down in the mud

(I spit it like a critic as if I really give a fuck)

 

I can feel the fire burning

I can feel the tires turning

My mind is racin sick of hesitation that requires learning

Acting on an enraged mind

Oh this has been such a strange time

For me to vent shit, but this the only way I'll ever get replenished

Is it because I ain't got the right genetic to go to fight and beat the limits?

Is it because I'm late by the single minute, so now my entire life's demented?

I don't have an answer or clue, so damn, so if my manner is rude

Don't come up to me, glaring and staring to demand an excuse

This is supposed to be the part when the song picks back up, when I sit back up

But just a quick blast struck to pull me back down, brisk fast rough

No words can explain me, much less rhymes, I guess I'm insanely

Built, because lately my psych is failin me and I feel more and more crazy and ill

You can praise me daily but I feel in a grave with all the daisies

On my coffin stopping me, exhaustion will come an embrace me

And say this is the end my friend, this is ur final moment

You're spines so broken, like your will, which this time is stolen

 

Hook

 

Drowning in my own blood, goddamn if I could have just grown tough

Or just grown up, already blown up, living and killing never getting shown up

Slow it back down for a second, alright I'm just checking

Whether it's the best impression to question my own goddamn weapon

It feels as if a bomb inside me has just been detonated

I rap just to let em hate it till the very day I become dead and wasted

I spit the flow in a reciprocal, causing blushed necks and reddened faces

I'll always be innovative if I keep sticking to a pad, pen and basics

I feel like a tight ball of stress, stalled and resting in a loose cannon

Want to make a splash, but with all the mess it's beyond what I could fathom

Ghosts follow me, blue phantoms, can't get rid of them so god damn them

I don't care who's standin in front of me, child or dictator that rules panem

I'll try to plow thru them, and weed out my problem before my hopes ruined

And rise high above them all, like the Clips when a basketball is thrown to em

I'll grab it like a habit and do it easily, shout out NWA and Eazy E

Stepping to the mic never leave the beat, telling us all who we each can be

 

Hook