Fear Of Abandonment ft. J A K E Lyrics

My hands numb

Cold, but we exist in the sun

So we run from our past just to get what we want

A dollar appeared on the ground, but you can grow it with love

The sprinkled hate that lies adjacent, like the pigs in the mud

I crept deep down in my soul to what's under the glove

What's up

Erratic temper, every other thing I say I fuck up

I don't want to start shit but you just teeing it up

Like driver number one

Don't want your sloppy seconds son

My pen be sharp, watch your tongue

Instrumental smooth like coca bud

But, in the summertime reciprocate the lust

I'm broke as fuck, I wear the stainless steel because it don't rust

If I ever need to hang myself the links will come in clutch

I aim precision, pressing luck

They really think that I'ma duck?

Three years in the basement, the same thing, that's how you know it's stuck

Keep a notebook and some bud

Midi controller murmur me something

Please just tell me how it was

The evil lies just all around us like these molecules and such

Losing touch on who I was

Sparked, disembarked, that memories done

Have a taste of our food for thought, with Beckett backing me up

Yeah

No ceilings, it's just love in the air

Come on, get what you prepared

I'm cheffing hot with open flair

That's fire coming out your ears

Been wanting this rap shit for years

Made a promise to my Momma for every dollar of my fears

We was washing down the after taste with sour gummy bears

Save the drama for your lama, I don't really fucking care

I dimmed the light down low, so I couldn't even see the pen

I put my record player on, resume the wax of special blends

This gas siphoning, causing my lungs and my heart distress

We all the product of this world that keeps turning like Rubik Squares

I'm not just some type of audio chair

To sit on at night when you scared

Get your notebook, better come prepared

I got rhyme books, but I don't want your green eggs and ham

But, fuck "Sam I am"

This world been flipped around so many times, we on the go like Peter Pan

I don't wanna give you a dap up, you better hide your hand

Staying in my own lane, smoking in the basement