escaping my Feelins
Verse 1 Look at me, I’m shaking, I’m a fing nervous wreck, I feel the weight of every failure pressing on my neck. I’m sick of being "stable," sick of acting like I’m fine, While I’m trying to stop the poison flowing through the line. I’m hitting "record" just so I don’t hit the fing wall, Waiting for the floor to give and let me finally fall. Verse 2 I want to scream until I lose my voice, I want to fing break, Every single "good guy" promise I was forced to make. I’m sick of being composed, I’m sick of playing it cool, While I’m drowning in the middle of this goddamn pool. Look at me! Look at the mess, look at the shakes in my frame, I’m more than just a diagnosis or a fing name. Verse 3 My brain is fing red-lining, I’m ready to erupt, The system is failing and the data is corrupt. I’m not looking for an exit, I’m not looking for a door, I’m bringing every demon down to settle up the score. I’m sick of the "it’s okay," I’m sick of the "it’s fine," Watch me light a match and fing cross the finish line. Verse 4 Stop the tape. F*** that. I’m done being the victim, I’m taking every lie they ever told and then I’ll kick ‘em. You think you can break me? I’m already in pieces, I’m the one who decides when the f***ing pressure increases. I’m grabbing my demons by the throat and making ‘em listen, I’m the king of this trauma, look at the way that it glistens. Verse 5 I’m standing in the wreckage and I’m finally f***ing still, Bending every ounce of this pain to fit my will. It’s not about escaping—it’s about staying in the fire, Until the fear is nothing but a goddamn funeral pyre. I’m reclaiming the territory, I’m planting my flag, While my old self is rotting in a body bag. Verse 6 So look me in the eyes and see the man I’ve fing built, I’m washing off the shame and I’m choking out the guilt. This ain't a "sob story," it’s the truth without the filter, I’m standing in the storm and I’m never gonna filter. I’m raw, I’m fed up, and I’m finally in control, I’m the only one who owns the keys to my f***ing soul.
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Verse 1 Look at me, I’m shaking, I’m a fing nervous wreck, I feel the weight of every failure pressing on my neck. I’m sick of being "stable," sick of acting like I’m fine, While I’m trying to stop the poison flowing through the line. I’m hitting "record" just so I don’t hit the fing wall, Waiting for the floor to give and let me finally fall. Verse 2 I want to scream until I lose my voice, I want to fing break, Every single "good guy" promise I was forced to make. I’m sick of being composed, I’m sick of playing it cool, While I’m drowning in the middle of this goddamn pool. Look at me! Look at the mess, look at the shakes in my frame, I’m more than just a diagnosis or a fing name. Verse 3 My brain is fing red-lining, I’m ready to erupt, The system is failing and the data is corrupt. I’m not looking for an exit, I’m not looking for a door, I’m bringing every demon down to settle up the score. I’m sick of the "it’s okay," I’m sick of the "it’s fine," Watch me light a match and fing cross the finish line. Verse 4 Stop the tape. F*** that. I’m done being the victim, I’m taking every lie they ever told and then I’ll kick ‘em. You think you can break me? I’m already in pieces, I’m the one who decides when the f***ing pressure increases. I’m grabbing my demons by the throat and making ‘em listen, I’m the king of this trauma, look at the way that it glistens. Verse 5 I’m standing in the wreckage and I’m finally f***ing still, Bending every ounce of this pain to fit my will. It’s not about escaping—it’s about staying in the fire, Until the fear is nothing but a goddamn funeral pyre. I’m reclaiming the territory, I’m planting my flag, While my old self is rotting in a body bag. Verse 6 So look me in the eyes and see the man I’ve fing built, I’m washing off the shame and I’m choking out the guilt. This ain't a "sob story," it’s the truth without the filter, I’m standing in the storm and I’m never gonna filter. I’m raw, I’m fed up, and I’m finally in control, I’m the only one who owns the keys to my f***ing soul.
tough keep your head up don't let the haters get to you gng 🔥
good vibes good flow stay lit stay grinding
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