MORTAL (OUTRA)
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Crack open The Bible searching for answers The Devil keep trying I stay ducking advances Crazy when I call that number nobody answers Anxiety, depression and stress is steady advancing I ain’t Run track since the 8th grade But after all these years still chasing the same thing Dopamine deprived On an escapade to reach a high That I soon realized I could never really touch Father please stretch these mortal hands of mine So I can feel alive without spitting a punchline So I can crack a smile without having to punch lines So I can catch z's, no thinking of crunch time Felt great When I felt the embrace of an 808 A feeling at a time no human could replicate Kick drums and hi hats managed to mask that I’ve been at my lowest My production never showed it Young This one’s for the soul Used to make some beats off of Looperman Damn I felt like Superman That was just a project School assignment Never thought nothing of it Until Like Sophomore Year 2 0 1 4 Back when Lil one two was 1 4 Who knew back then things would unfold The next lines are both true and untold I was Looking in the mirror All blemishes amplified My flaws couldn’t be clearer Body dysmorphia taking over my life As I progressed thru the years I started losing my life A butterfly (Uh) Back to its cocoon Scared to be consumed By society and self SOS please I’m crying out for help I swear that most days it’s me against myself One Two Crack open The Bible searching for answers The Devil keep trying I stay ducking advances Crazy when I call that number nobody answers Anxiety, depression and stress is steady advancing I ain’t Run track since the 8th grade But after all these years still chasing the same thing Dopamine deprived On an escapade to reach a high That I soon realized I could never really touch Listen I am not embarrassed or ashamed I actually find solace that You prolly feel the same Or maybe not But regardless I just know that There’s a producer or artist Somewhere in America Or somewhere in the world On the chase like me Gunning for what might bring Happiness in your life I support and ride witcha If nobody will imma vibe witcha, aye Errbody wanna be loved And when you don’t get it You running to fill the void This ain’t a wave or a phase Ion even get paid This the love for the craft This the love for the game Uh This is bringing me joy My only wish now is I can feel that same joy without the music Or the beats or the rapping Now I’m looking to the sky Hoping that you’ll make it happen So I'm calling out Father please stretch these mortal hands of mine So I can feel alive without spitting a punchline So I can crack a smile without having to punch lines So I can catch z's, no thinking of crunch time Felt great When I felt the embrace of an 808 A feeling at a time no human could replicate Kick drums and hi hats managed to mask that I’ve been at my lowest My production never showed it Young
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