Soliloquies of a 2K Lyrics

Yeah

I'm not on anybody's timeline but they keep me posted

I stay home like stage five lockdown peak in Covid

Heard of me but never see me like I'm Phiri Joseph

Yeah

Things not going well for me

And that is nothing but a mass attack

I'm the type to send my people up just a like a mass attack

All this stagnance now we all static

Hope the future looking bright

So I can burn my past and boast at it

Pins and needles on my body

Take my pain so I can poke at it

Break some bread so we can toast at it

But people toxic and intoxicated

No point in actin benign

I've been on many roads, I'm still not seeing no signs

You would swear the windscreen got invisible blinds

Tired of sobbing, when you ask me how I'm doing

I'm fine

But I'm contemplating right between suicide and crime

You tell me "face your fears" when I face that shit like everyday

Tell me "wipe your tears" but they on my pillow anyway

Since I'm broke and unemployed

When I Weather through the storm in May, might as well call me Floyd

I had several managers, still couldn't fill the void

I was self employed eventually, still couldn't see the coins

When the government keeps you dry

And you can't make her moist

Then you wonder why?

I'm always feeling cold in the summer time

Different typa music when you listen to your mother cry

Different typa ray when you looking at the thunder shine

I carry pain like a cargo load

When it rains it pours, purple reign in the styrofoam

I'm outgoing but like TVs, I stay remote

Shit tends to spiral when we try to gain complete control

I feel dead, it's like I'm breathing but a bleeding soul

It's like I'm breathing but really I'm just a leaving soul

"Instagram is like an advert for the life you don't live, you know

So... if that seeps into your head like uhh... you know, for long enough?

You're gonna have no confidence, you know?

So you really gotta teach yourself to be happy with - with who you are."

Soliloquies of a Two-K, uh!