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midknyte - mental lyrics

[verse 1]
this curse spreads through my words
i’m tired of doing my worst
i wanna do and be my best
life is a test and a b+tch
i f+ck her to death and try to ditch
i fail, imprisoned with no bail
emotional scars with no stitch
my life is a mess
i’m trying to clean it up, while the rest
i’ve been doing my best to confess
my insecurities, this stress
this impurity, through my raps i try to impress
but when the press gets upset
they protest these times
molest these rhymes like a crime, f+ckfest
i devowel (dеvour) these vowels
makе her wet
then put her in a towel
“leave me” is what my inside voice is telling her
clean me these words are so dirty
wash me off like a squeegee, easy
these girls getting flirty
they all need me
i might be childish but i ain’t no gambino
girls be chasing after me because im apparently “emo”
the only emo i am is the sub genre
trauma h+ll take
i’ll never be as good as lana del rey, ayy!
better than ever
ink on the feather
finest paper
hop in a jetta
tape a seal on it
just to write this letter
im so fancy
f+cking stupid panzees
trying tap me
slice your thighs and
slit your wrists, bleed like a sap tree
(forget it)
i just wanna climb to the top
im ill, feel it? i’ll k!ll it, im the realest
so sick, whenever you come around, you make the fever drop!
i’ll work my way up, i dont give a f+ck
i want to get to deals from brands, fans, and grands in bands
if this rap sh+t didn’t work out, then this is the confirmation to take me off
i dont start sh+t
call it defamation because this artist sh+t fell off, ruins my reputation
need validation from people?
cool, try to get it? fool. why you try to hit it? to duel!

[verse 2]
k!ll a herd
filler words make this song go without a peak
feel the urge? make this go for a week
i’m the probability
you’re the possibility
of the ability
move around, mobility

[verse 3]
everytime somethings going right
it feels like somethings wrong
trapped in my own facade of a song
polar opposites, obsidian
oblivious to this dark “void”
when am i gonna get out of this oblivion
“ there is no other choice”
million chances, frantic
you get her dry, i’m the chapstick
never new sh+t (wait hold on)
never knew sh+t
special ed, dropped from the head
teachers wouldn’t do sh+t
momma always told me this rap music is stupid
but always said if i had a ability i should use it and do sh+t
i choose it and sing acoustics
if i fail, i lose it
but this new sh+t, if i ever stunt
and do it, i would lose sh+t
with this movement
if this game is a bomb then i defuse it
whip out a q+tip wick
because i got my family’s fuse lit, quick

[verse 4]
its sad when i get mad, because its bad
because i don’t get sad, i get mad
all this pent up oppression that i used to never have
i turn my depression into aggression, i speak facts
that’s what my family lacks
maybe one day, it’ll hit you and you’ll look back
change your mind and make a impact
via versa, so you follow my tracks
maybe try to support any one of my raps
instead of saying i’m “just like my dad”
then compare me to him, then call us both f+gs
then saying we’re “wannabe blacks”
i just wanna have admiration so bad, something i never had
saying revenge is a “school threat”
i never f+cking pulled that
planted my seed for everyone to feed
since the deed
i’m not a fool that, will do that
regardless, i’m exhausted and guardless
never wanted something to be a part, this
sh+t is getting way too out of proportion
a little portion of it, is forced in, your mouths, silly
put a gun with a name
do the same sh+t with, marcus, and lilly
careless of what i write
embarrassed to show you, its right to do what i have to do
to show you the real truth
what if i make it?
what if i take it, and bank it out
from my empty bank account?
we made it out!
for our sake, we shout
we shake with clout
thats fake, no doubt
all these b+tches wanna play me like a board game
but b+tch your boring, sleeping on me, stop snoring
more and more whoring, mourning these hoes in a storage
never get too attached to a b+tch
cus she gonna break your heart fast
stitch it up
then you switch sh+t up
(b+tch enough!)
(anyway)

i, can’t do this anymore
i’ll never date a wh0re
but i did
myself i kid, everyday
but hey
trust me, it’ll get better, just watch and pray

[verse 5]
now i’m just freestyling
ayy, on+ you know on the mic be wilding
i’m filing
like jeffery eipstein’s island
eye of sauron
that’s why they call it “eye land” (island) haha
yea
ayy, i’ll mark you up, i got you in my targets
ayy, ayy, since the deed, everyone tryna feed like marcus
ayy, ayy, ayy, i write you, yea, gonna stitch you with a pencil
fold you up, like a pretzel
ayy, ayy, ayy
i’m f+cked up in the head, inside i’m dead
that’s why i’m so f+cking mental!

- midknyte lyrics

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