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j-$wizzle - trepidation lyrics

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i gotta lotta problems, (yeah) that’s true
head’s always foggy, like what’s new?
when i get money, it’’ll be so funny
ill afford wind-wipers for my brain, you dummy

my nose is runny
got blood coming down and my spirits are bubbly
i’m popping pills fresh out the jump
i got adderall veins and a big fat lump
in between my shooter toes
n0body has to find out, and so n0body knows
i got ripped shirts and holes in my clothes
i’m holed-in my bas-m-nt feeling like a hobo
ken you p-ss me my pen, i’m trashy
then its trash-heap take
me out with trash week

feeling nasty
and by that i mean gross
it’s been about two weeks since i’ve washed my clothes
been about two weeks since i’ve seen my bros
since i’ve seen my shows
here time moves differently yet it never slows

i’m too sick and full of medication
body is over-run, where’s my vacation?
gripping on a flaming gun, called trepidation
dang that worked, call it antic-p-tion
my rhymes appear early in my dreams, or meditation
i’m running out of time if it’s time that i’m chasing

take a t-goldie line for inspiration
no, i would never, i fail the tests he’s acing

stop dropping topics like you know interrogation
the second they ask you, you cannot be lacing
up your shoes even if they’re velcro
(gotta few tricks in my pocket with my cellphone)
i make you laugh like oh no
make you cry and they show

up to the party
only getting started
as a ghost, jacob marely

(i)
am your visitor
like inquisitor
i gobble up my words like it’s thursday and
i’m thickener
thickening up
hands slipping from the cup
sloppy dirty and smelly like
i’m a new kind a mutt

bros just coverup
by myself too often, can’t keep my mouth shut
often my soul is dropping and it falls with that cup

only drink h20 or something odd like that
guess i didn’t know i could feel so fat
one meal a day, but it’s the words that i lack
no energy, i am just an effigy
of someone who can actually just look like that

screw an instagram filter
i go off-kilter
they call me jill, cuz i think i just
jilt her

pop my eyeb-lls out and spit em out my mouth
brain full of static so i took a new route
cannot figure it out
playing name games with a tame brain
like im a criminal and am down to flout

mess with me and i’ll probably agree
yell at the mirror cuz it’s figure hates me
laugh at ya, smear her, face up on that tree
i get graphic in here even when i wanna stop
no seraphic i guess i’ll throw my halo in some rocks

can’t work my trade cuz the demons invade
every waking moment, like britney i am your slave
toking broken moments with the pipe inside my grave
smoking, doping, omens of a life i cannot save

choking, hoping i win but i’m still inside the cave
we play tho, only got to say so
and i’ll shut off my brain like i’m slapped in the face with a peso
still caught up in the fray, yo
could use that money like a honey wanna payroll
i should just lay low
my head has been itchin, guess it’s best if i’m scherzo (scared so, fast, vigorous, triple time…)

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