Wits End Lyrics

I'm on wits end with life, yeah I take my meds

Man if I seen Jesus Christ, I'd know where he is

I don't wanna lie but I do it cuz I feel like shit

Well that ain't an excuse, I'm explainin' it

Give me room, don't wanna talk, I wan' change my wrist

She in my room givin' top, now my day got flipped

I wanna move to Malibu with my boo when we lit

I wanna see what we can do when we locked in like this

Wanna see what the move is when we get rich

Wanna see how good it feel when we look back in bliss

But for now I'm just a kid with a box of Trix

Runnin' back to the crib, I just lost my kicks

How mad am I gonna get when I fall from the clouds

How loud do I gotta shout like can you hear me now

I got a wood, here spark it up, we can slide up to Mount

Uh, turn the radio on to block out the sound

We from Pittsburgh, baby, but our vision south

Yeah, we can sit in silence just plottin' out routes

Well, she used to do my science, now she want me out

Everything I do, it bother her when she in doubt

I can't change much, hoping you hear what I say

Not on that stage much, but I feel all the waves

I feel like, King Tut at the end of the day

All these raps, they wassup, distract me from pain

Yeah, my dreams go to Greece, Rome, France, and Spain

Would you rather have a lot or sit at home with change

Would you rather have a Glock, get home rearranged

All this life shit done took a toll on my brain

Yeah, long day at work, I guess I'm yucky

Yeah, I'm hopin' it works, sweep from under feet

What's ya Instagram, man? You already follow me

Help me through all this crazy, I'm Chuckie

Help me through all this rain, how it must be

Where did my time go? I tossed that key

Cars leakin, trouble startin, we cannot leave

Crime raising, double parking, we need time to grieve

I'm on wits end with life, yeah, I take my meds

Man, if I seen Jesus Christ, I'd know where he is

I don't wanna lie, but I do it, cause I feel like shit

Well, that ain't an excuse, I'm explainin' it

Give me room, don't wanna talk, I wanna change my wrist

She in my room, givin' top, now my day got flipped

I wanna move to Malibu, with my boo when we lit

I wanna see what we can do when we locked in like this

Wanna see what the move is when we get rich