Tax (feat. Brandon Pulphus)

I'm getting tired of the bull shit, stacking up Bills hounding like a wolf shit, pack it up Think of robbing with a full clip, back it up Get the money and the jewels quick, rack it up I don't really wanna do that but you already knew that I just wanna chill, lite a blunt, where my crew at Shit is getting real growing up I never knew that I would have to feel like this some day Don't know what it is its just some days Getting thru the reals I just cant face Fighting out of bed, kinda wishing I was dead Cuz reality a pill that I just cant chase I just need a deal on the real, with a house on the hills And a mil that could line my safe I know that I will but it kills trying to fight Cuz I'm still hella lost trying to find my way Tell me what it cost for a map to a good place Do you charge by the hour for a soul Am I off that you tax on the good things But the bad shit run for the low It's a fucked up place that we live in We the proof of a world so cold In the youth it was nothing but sunshine days But the rain came down getting grown My nigga I been down today I don't really feel like coming round today I ain't finna go up out the house today Fuck it I ain't coming off the couch today Feel the water rising might drown again Numbing up the feeling with the loud again I don't wanna get up off the ground again I don't know if I'ma make it out again I just wish that I could fly High up way above the clouds Leave this stressing all behind Won't let bullshit bring me down They been taxing on my soul What's the cost of living life All this pressure on the ground Spread my wings and I take flight Livin' life so jaded, never really had no patience So I gotta hit this gin til I'm way too faded Hoping the pain do the same and I'm wandering aimlessly, oh yeah I was numb now I'm so accustomed. Felt the spark, she was only bluffin We ain't going nowhere like construction scenes, you know what I mean Try to move on and they still in your dreams Feel like its never an end to the taxing, man I just wanna be free Dumb, right, yea I know but I got Bombay with a blunt to roll When I gets stress out gotta hit the road and I still gotta pay the toll, heh State of my emotions I'm in debt, I can never seem to get ahead All I ever want to do is fly, heavy heart I'm shackled to the bed And it ain't no key, scared to love so I stay low key Hit the blunt, we can blaze on me but I'm out the door at like eight oh three And I got there at six. Still broke it don't get no better, despite my effort All my life, been check to check like a health inspector I ain't build for this type of pressure, one day it'll be OK I can't stress enough that I stress enough and Man I gotta find a way its like yea I just wish that I could fly High up way above the clouds Leave this stressing all behind Won't let bullshit bring me down They been taxing on my soul What's the cost of living life All this pressure on the ground Spread my wings and I take flight