We may not know which wat to go
On this dark road
(Mr. Duckworth)
All of these h**s make is difficult
Session ten, breakthrough
One of these lives, imma make things right
With the wrongs I've done, thates one of you now
With the Father, Son, 'til then I fight
Rain on me, put the blame on me
Got guilt, got hurt, got shame on me
Got six magazines that's aimed at me
Done every magazine, what's fame to me? (And I'm trippin' and fallin')
It's a game to me, where the bedroom at?
Sleep, I ain't never had affaris with that
What's fair when the hearts and the words dont reach?
What's fair when the money dont take things back?
It's rare hen somebody take your dreams back (And I'm trippin' and fallin')
I care too much, wanna share too much
In my head too much, i shut down too
I ain't there too much, I'm a complex soul
They layered me up, then borke me down
And moralities dust, I lack in trust (And I'm trippin' and fallin')
This time around, I trust myself
Please everybody else but myself
All else fails, I was myself
Out done fear, out don myself
This year, you better one yourself (And I'm trippin' and fallin')
Masks on the babies, mask on an opp
Wear masks in the neighborhood stores you shot
But a mask wont hide who you are inside
Look around, the realities carved in the lives
Wipe my ego dodge my pride (And I'm trippin' and fallin')
Look myself in the mirror
Amityville, I ain't seen nothin' scarier
I fought like a pit bull terrier, blood I shed could fill up aquariums
Tell my angels, "Carry 'em" (And I'm trippin' and fallin')
Every emotion been deprived
Even my strong points couldn't survive
If I didn't learn to love myself, forgive myself a hundred times, dawg
I love when you count me out (huh)
I love when you count me out
I love when you count me out (wah, woo, ooh)
I love when you count me out
F**k it up, f**k it up
F**k it up, f**k it up, f**kin' it up
How you gon' win my trust when the lies run deep? (Wah, woo, wah)
How you gon' bend your love when the bad don't sleep? (Sheeesh)
Beep, beep, crash our feelings in the middle of the street (vroom, vroom)
F**k it up, f**k it up
F**k it up, f**k it up, f**kin' it up (huh, huh)
When you was at your lowest, tell me where the hoes was at?
When you was at your lowest, tell me where the bros was at?
Three-thirty in the mornin', scroll through the call log (huh, huh, huh, huh)
Ain't nobody but the mirror lookin' for the fall off (Brrt)