FTP Lyrics

Focus on the present the future's making me scared

Smoking potent reefer, I needed it for my head

Hoping that im headed to better shit that's ahead

How the fuck you think I could be a better man if im dead

Said she bringing it over

Open the box, but I wasn't thinking over

The way that she walks, Its silly

I feel it the minute It get in my belly

I'll never be sober

I'll never be over over-doing shit, but never overdosing

Dozing off in that Tacoma

Not in a coma

Kamikaze with the doja

Homie in the terminal say I look like a fed

Til he saw me at the urinal dumping dope on my hand

Nobody had heard of me, no I didn't have a fan

Everybody knew when it wasn't going as planned

I was fucked up

Stuck

Pressing pause on my plans

They don't wanna call me a goat

But that's what I am

Wonder why there's blood on my coat

But that's from my hands

Hear the way you're clearing your throat

So I understand

Put that on my back

As I get back on the path to my fate

Double back quick

And consider going the other way

Wait for me outside of the house

To see if you come and play

Focus on the shit that's ahead and what's in Front of my face

I'm falling back you can't been up in my Race

I'm on my gonna hit that blunt if it's laced

I taste metal in the middle of the night like it's a gun in my face

I guess I finally could get out of this place

And float into space

Focus on the present the future's making me scared

Smoking potent reefer I needed it for my head

Hoping that I'm headed to better shit that's ahead

How the fuck you think I could be a better man if im dead

Bro you know I'm hurting

I'm working on this instead

Holding onto shit was burning a fucking hole through my hand

Nobody was worth it I'm cursed and I'm fucking scared

What the fuck

I know I should've been focused on getting Bread

Gotta problem with living,

Even tho I ain't ever tried out being dead

I can't make decision it's something as simple as that

Its a racket lately in my head

Heading for the bottom to see were I don't wanna be

But I couldn't believe what I said

The bottom's remarkably comfortable

I could stay at the bottom and wait til im dead

But using my head

I discovered that comfort just comes from avoiding my mission instead

And I hide the ambition and creativity

The work that I gotta do to make it happen is killing me

Coughing out smoke like a chimney

Jiminey Cricket

I wish that I wasn't my enemy

Everyone sending me shit and I could've been laughing with em but I'm all out of Hennessy

Letting the pain

All of my hate in my body

It try to come out of me

When I'm going insane

Im starting the day

With Cup of coffee and a frontal lobotomy

Part of me was just getting started

Shit is getting harder, wonder why I was doubting me

I only do it some everybody that I love can be proud of me

Focus on the present the future's making me scared

Smoking potent reefer I needed it for my head

Hoping that I'm headed to better shit that's ahead

How the fuck you think I could be a better man if im dead