Ingelfinger

I don't know where I should go without needing you If I catch up on sleep I won't catch what is depleting you Fiending off breadcrumbs but writing to proceed to booth Mic is all just messed up must be fire I been speaking to it Kneeling at your bedside, wish I could get into it if I was in your head tonight It's best that you repeat the music You might find there a beat that makes no excuses As time gets shed I know I'm only close to losing more time we'd share I hope I don't spend it at your tomb and who's to say we'd ever find the perfect tune to play Crude for me to think it but I been deep in the rest not much left but itching in my frontal cortex Stupid investments constantly testing my inner most patience Finna get anxious and lurk for sedation Saying shit that wasn't meant to be played with and nowadays I could sit in the same spot having insane thoughts manic and frame botched Granted my weight's lost Standing in ways harm Switching for sake of the song Demons I been chasing 'em off Mistaken for the wake of 'em all Well lately I've been festered but elated at the cadence I've brought It's over but feels stuck at where it left off Slumped over in the chair Oh, aesop on double time It's now or never, gotta take what's mine Do or die Never waste time I'm with my slimes Had to fake it cause I couldn't be creative Now she hate me but she'll still see me later In the making we are still imitating In a city that ain't ready to be flamed yet Apologies to my folks and the reverend The message that is spread crafts a road that is treacherous Hard to be bold in my bed rest accepted that I cant quit Stuck with a fist clenched Did it for the mandem Frantic so I stand still Taking all your chances make the chants stay repressed Death to my freelancing had to rap inside the clique Tired of all the issues had the mrs. meet my bitch Enchanted by the sickness that was meant to be my death Proceed to call for action till the madness matches more of what we say I ain't finna state again just run up the mixtape Shit be riddled with gems I ain't feeling what you say please steer me away Intentions never clear like the sight of what lays ahead and as time goes by imna find why I'm made for this It's over but feels stuck at where it left off Slumped over in the chair Oh, aesop on double time It's now or never, gotta take what's mine Do or die Never waste time I'm with my slimes Had to fake it cause I couldn't be creative Now she hate me but she'll still see me later In the making we are still imitating In a city that ain't ready to be flamed yet