Losing Pain Lyrics

X-ray the music, you can see the pain

They just wanna use me, I was clueless now I see the frame

Drop another album, no, I can't be tamed

On the E-Way, losing pain

Cause I be going from lane to lane

My heart the beat, it drum until it's flat And I ain't talking wings

Woke up, I been tripping all because what I be seeing in dreams

It some shit that's way too deep for me to even sing

I put pressure on me, tightrope walking on a balance beam

Maximize the profit, ain't no other option

All they do is hate and gossip, I can't make em stop it

All my haters watchin', gave out love, they blocked it

I came out the pockets, they never gave me nothing

I can't be the option, you know I'm the socket

Hawk em Tyler lockett, I got bones up in my closet

This vision, you can't block it Came up I'm who they was mocking

Exotic strain, it's tropic I rolled too much, had to stop it

Stop explicit talking, cause I know them people watching now

I been working ever since I woke up, I ain't clocking out

I was in the kitchen, cooking up, I whipped like ten of these

She so fake, I can't believe, can't even get these bottom feeds

One of one, can't duplicate, you came back around super late

Go against me, choose your fate, CEO go sushi date

Stu that be my habitat, I get green, Applejack

Cinnamon, we pass it back, cause I got tests they have to pass

She say I be whipping fast, told her she make me want crash

If you gon' switch, then do it fast, I'm so blessed I got to last

I'm a beast, I came from Kodiak, she wanna know my Zodiac

How you trying to judge me, shawty, you don't even know me yet

And you trying to judge me when you know me, you don't know me well

All them people judge me, but it's crazy, they don't judge themselves

They was telling lies right to my face when I ain't even care

I knew I was solid when they crossed me, I wouldn't even dare

Heart too pure, go on that shit, on my own, do not have help

They never care about how I felt, till I got this title belt

I can't do no stupid deals, cut them off, I shoot to kill

My cousin down in Dallas, watching Kyrie while he shoot the pill

We make movies, play the real, can't finesse or play the real

The chosen one in crazy feel, pray this music pay the bill

Fake love came, I know the feel, I can trap, I never steal

I know that my Brodie real, cause he won't cross me for a bill