Tax ft. Brandon Pulphus Lyrics

I'm getting tired of the bull shit, stacking up

Bills hounding like a wolf shit, pack it up

Think of robbing with a full clip, back it up

Get the money and the jewels quick, rack it up

I don't really wanna do that but you already knew that

I just wanna chill, lite a blunt, where my crew at

Shit is getting real growing up I never knew that

I would have to feel like this some day

Don't know what it is its just some days

Getting thru the reals I just cant face

Fighting out of bed, kinda wishing I was dead

Cuz reality a pill that I just cant chase

I just need a deal on the real, with a house on the hills

And a mil that could line my safe

I know that I will but it kills trying to fight

Cuz I'm still hella lost trying to find my way

Tell me what it cost for a map to a good place

Do you charge by the hour for a soul

Am I off that you tax on the good things

But the bad shit run for the low

It's a fucked up place that we live in

We the proof of a world so cold

In the youth it was nothing but sunshine days

But the rain came down getting grown

My nigga I been down today

I don't really feel like coming round today

I ain't finna go up out the house today

Fuck it I ain't coming off the couch today

Feel the water rising might drown again

Numbing up the feeling with the loud again

I don't wanna get up off the ground again

I don't know if I'ma make it out again

I just wish that I could fly

High up way above the clouds

Leave this stressing all behind

Won't let bullshit bring me down

They been taxing on my soul

What's the cost of living life

All this pressure on the ground

Spread my wings and I take flight

Livin' life so jaded, never really had no patience

So I gotta hit this gin til I'm way too faded

Hoping the pain do the same and I'm wandering aimlessly, oh yeah

I was numb now I'm so accustomed. Felt the spark, she was only bluffin

We ain't going nowhere like construction scenes , you know what I mean

Try to move on and they still in your dreams

Feel like its never an end to the taxing, man I just wanna be free

Dumb, right, yea I know but I got Bombay with a blunt to roll

When I gets stress out gotta hit the road and I still gotta pay the toll, heh

State of my emotions I'm in debt, I can never seem to get ahead

All I ever want to do is fly, heavy heart I'm shackled to the bed

And it ain't no key, scared to love so I stay low key

Hit the blunt, we can blaze on me but I'm out the door at like eight oh three

And I got there at six. Still broke it don't get no better, despite my effort

All my life, been check to check like a health inspector

I ain't build for this type of pressure, one day it'll be OK

I can't stress enough that I stress enough and

Man I gotta find a way its like yea

I just wish that I could fly

High up way above the clouds

Leave this stressing all behind

Won't let bullshit bring me down

They been taxing on my soul

What's the cost of living life

All this pressure on the ground

Spread my wings and I take flight