It's not the vibin that you see
What you feel
It's like estacy
That euphoria
That good shit it does to yeah
But that's not the only thing
That I find
In my head to bust a rhyme
It's not really spittin bars
You know
It's more like my thoughts out
And share some scars.
Shit
I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
It's to the point people come and go
To and fro
To the point I don't know
What to really do anymore.
I sit here
And not care
And not even dare to have them cross my mind
My thoughts
My scars.
I'm done.
If you leave, that's the final straw
Don't plan to come back
No matter how much you beg
And plead
Because I like you down on your knees.
But I won't.
I won't let someone in who's not worth my time
So save your breath.
