TRVIS - MENTALLY ILL (feat. MacDeezy)

This manic state, I have embraced
A passion, crafting raps for days
They kiss my ass, that's ass to face
They on my dick, I masturbate
Masochism, and that's a given
Consensually, slapping bitches
I can't accept a passive written
I plan attacks it's vandalism on
Anything that I see getting in my way, y'all better pray more
On my downfall, but I stay up in my elevator, eighth floor
Just passed and I'm gonna raise more
Than hell, let alone, more levels
If the don't think, better go tell 'em
I got cold shoulders and they both holding like
Four devils, going more mental
Than a war vet on the fourth day of the seventh month
This is horse play for the whole race
I'm unstable and in poor taste
Take a bite if you will
They wanting some heat, I reside in a chill
Applying the science and finding my guilt
Is heavy and stuck in my mind let it build
I'm dying inside it
I'm finding the rhyming sucks, smile and hide it
Shine in the light and the lines that I write, are sick
Got 'em suggesting I chill
A lesson of love with resentment to kill
Testing my will, I'm impressive with skill
Bipolar with the fucking pen
So my only guess is that I'm mentally ill
Weapon concealed, I'm stretching until
I snap out of it, a maniac
With no brain attached bringing crazy back
We could face the facts, got MacDeezy
And he rap freely in the backseat
When you play the track, got your ass sneezing
In a bag breathing, cause we breath taking
Just to get the message, got to play it back
Cracker got the blonde hair
Motherfuckers thought this was a fucking Shady rap
With a spliff lit, got that shit lifted
Till I'm sick, twitching, and I fade to black
Let the spit hit 'em, that's a lick hitting
Eating pussies like a full course dinner
With more venom and I torment 'em
Now who the fuck they think they playing Mac
I don't know who they think
Must be something fun in they drink
Got my priorities straight
Mind on M's, L's can wait
Gave them hell, wish them well
Wish we fell, bitch you wait a long time
Smoking since like 09'
Ninety-nine baby, bet the eighties be the co-sign
Say they got a deal, I bet they OB with the catch
Tryna make a slave they bake 'em by the batch
Counter but I still react
Tryna make a pattern out of routing, where the money mapped
Trapping all around the world
Looking for a real one, I be the referral
Hook hit if I needed but I keep it thorough
Hov'll hear me when I move out to the boroughs
This talent isn't borrowed
Yeah
Booking shows, writing hooks like books
Hit my studio
You do know who you trapping with
Ain't have to ask to bring the pack, yo TRVIS
Hit me back, we active, know the gamer tag
This blood though, ain't no game of tag
If they in my huddle got to hustle till they double back
Cuddle with I would but I couldn't
Could only blow her back
Hit her like I owe her
Throw money in we ain't getting back yet
When I do I ain't gon' brag
I might have to stash stacks
Nigga
Tryna hit 'em with the double coat, Margiela
Even though we don't sweat it
Like Kenny we big steppers, I'm
Fucked up in the mental but metaphors
Level up with depression that loss come with connection
I pray we stay in touch

Written by:
Daniel Macdonald, Travis Askin

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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