been counting the days, 2016 Lyrics

Ya, I'm feeling caged and locked

I'm writing these talli marks rather have it tat it on my heart

For all the remarks you gave me

I'm feeling the demons

I'm going insane

I feel ashamed

I need a savior, ya, I need a savior

I've been counting the days, my liver is running

But I'm getting emotionally numb

Socially quiet, my veins are bursting

I'm getting emotionally numb

Give me a savior not an xavier

Give me a savior that can rap and kick it back

To sing through my heart and mind to open

Give me a savior that tells me open your mind and never the legs

Show 'em the mind but never inside

Another Witt Lowry that sees the perspect

Show them the feelings and not in a cup full of vodka

In a cold day to waste, lend me a hand and pick me up

And show them wrong that we can embraced

Listening to these mumble rappers that can never feel

That have never ever ever felt what pain is

"Panda, panda, panda, panda"

Oh I don't know what words to use

Let me talk about bitches that pull up and I pull out in a second

And how much money I have to flex

Need a lot of words to be the next rhymester, damn

A lot has changed in a year

Don't get no calls limited to rappers on crack

I would mumble too if my career was at stake

I would mumble too if I was just a fake

Take a whole generation and rip it to bits

Rap about my dick and how well it fits

Last year I was in a coma and doctors look inside to see what they can find

But they've awoken a beast with lyricism you mumble rappers can't triumph

Ya, ya

A rapper known as the holy one, god with the only son

And spit all this shit so y'all can feel and hear how much of this is real

And I plead for the gods 'cause these mumble rappers debts must be paid, ya

And i've been counting the days, i've been locked in my caged and stuck with my thoughts

And I see them fucking with me now

A lot of hubba-lubba talk a now you fucking with me?

Fuck with my feelings like torture and unlocked myself for her

And I'm spilling every blood and tear into this art of generation

Is living in it's last thread of heart

Hold on and let me sacrifice my inner demons

Let me sacrifice my inner reasons

Let me rap back to the pack

No more rappers rapping backwards

I am the holy one and i've been counting the days for one last time

My prime to climb and i've fallen and failed

Every scribble, riddle talli mark on my body

Every scar hidden behind my smile is a mile of darkness

But i've been counting the days for one last time of hope