mental

I've been really going through it and everybody knew it I f****** blew it yeah f****** blew it yeah they knew it but I'm at the bottom again it ain't nothing one friend not family not nobody standing here beside me once again it's all good besides bout to be landing me back in the pen I walk these Long Cold roads myself never really needed too much help my mental just one to be there like i qas for them my mental been trew it like a rental The weight of feeling like you're back at (Chorus) I’m at the bottom, yeah, back in the dirt Everybody saw the fall, everybody saw the hurt Yeah, I blew it, they knew it, they watched the decline Now there ain’t a single soul standing on the line Not a friend, not a family, not a shadow in sight Just me and these cold roads deep in the night. (Verse) Walking these miles, no heat in my coat While the ones I carried are staying afloat I was the bridge when they needed to cross Now I’m the one left tallying the loss Mental beat up, yeah, it’s been through the rican Treated my head like a rental, just leaving it bleeding They see the blue collar, they don't see the scars Thinking they can cage a beast behind these bars. (Bridge) Back to the pen, or back to the grind? Either way, I’m leaving the weak ones behind If I’m landing again, then I’m landing on feet I don’t need a hand to walk through this heat. (Outro) Yeah... Long cold roads. Did it myself then. Doing it myself now. S.A.M. The Breakdown * Verse 1) Woke up feeling like the ceiling’s caving in again Fighting battles with myself, I’m my own deadliest friend Money’s tight, the walls are thin, the world is cold as ice They tell me "keep your head up," man, I’ve heard that shit like twice I’m dodging shadows, ducking calls, just tryna find a lane While everybody’s watching, waiting for me to go insane But I got this rhythm in my chest, a fire in my soul Even when the deck is stacked, I’m staying in control. (Chorus) Life’s a bitch, it keeps on testing me, I swear Got these demons in my head I can't outrun, they’re everywhere But I gotta keep my vibe up, gotta see the sun Yeah, I gotta keep my vibe up till the day is done The struggles real, the pain is deep, but I won’t ever fold Turning all this heavy lead into a pot of gold. (Verse 2) Fake friends, dead ends, and a whole lot of "maybe" Life tried to break me down and drive a person crazy I’m screaming at the mirror like, "What you wanna do?" I’m tired of being tired, tired of feeling blue But the beat drops, the bass hits, and suddenly I’m back I’m the king of my own chaos, staying on the track Let 'em talk, let 'em judge, let 'em throw their dirt I’ll just use it as the fuel for every single verse. (Outro) Yeah, keep that energy. Don’t let the struggle kill the vibe. We still here. Gotta see the sun... Yeah.