Melancholy Sound ft. DMN Benji Lyrics

Baby we don’t gotta go

Either way you look you know

Time don’t stand still for long

Baby I been living wrong

Excess every night

I need moderation

Lost in Translation

I digress I digress

I want sex I need sex

Mistress in destress

I don't really cope and that's real

I just need another Advil

Mama said I'll get my ass killed

Hundred dollars says that I will (Fuck it)

Every day I'm in an off mood

Nobody I want to talk to

Everyone I know is too scared

Pitch black but I walk through (Fuck it)

Drinking in the parking lot

I remember shivering

Couldn’t see the steering wheel

Sleeping in the minivan

“Jimmy, Jimmy look at me

I posted a pic again!”

Shut your mouth, take it off, make it something interesting

Listening to my family fighting for years at a time

I was Just a kid I would try to help them be peaceful and quiet

They never listened so I would lay in my bed and just cry

And then put a CD on repeat and memorize every line

Man, this fucking rap ain't a hobby, it's either do it or die

When we trap in the lobby you think we stupid and high

When you grabbing your coffee and get your suit and your tie

We see a f****t that’s probably fucking puking inside

Take a shit on your life

Like I’m not ruining mine

I’m only feeling alive

When I’m pursuing the grind

Already hating myself

I put the noose in a tie

I think I’m ready to die

Fuck it you could decide (‘Lone)

Alone all the time, but its fine, I would probably kill somebody if they came near

And I hate little fucks when they front like they know, you would never last a day here

Get my crack in a pill, and the plug CVS, and my doc is the middle man

But the pill made me feel even worse than the last time I logged onto Instagram

If you walk to the light then we are not alike in the dark where I stand

Shawty hates on her man and she wants to forget, got a place where you can

Burn an eighth to a gram, turn the hate to a fan, turn a page to a grand

I don't make music man, music made me

Now I'm cooking undercover burning rubber to a hundred bands (Yeah)

This the type of shit I do alone because I know they'd never understand

They don't think I mean it when I tell ‘em that I'm coming for ‘em, but I am

She leaving cause I told her that she never gon’ be happy looking for a man

She said I'm not helping, I put the pen down, said “look I'm doing what I can”