Queue The Kid - Damned

Another day, another dollar, am I lonely, am I sad
Reminiscing bout my friends, got me thinking bout my dad
Like, would they leave if I ain't write a rap
Or would they rather cut my throat instead of give me dap
I don't know, thoughts creepin' why I had a problem sleepin
Thinkin' if I doze off, won't even get a reason
Or a blink before I'm dead
Just a pistol in a pillow and a messy bloody bed
That's the tip, don't make me start
Every beat I murder, just another stroke of art
Strange to me, the thing I love, steady pullin' me apart
In Stark comparison
Boys be howlin' wolves when I get into my feelings
The abyss, barin' hooves
Any point to anything, I'm hella apathetic
At my core, I care too much, but results paint it pathetic
Wear the same shit every day, all black is the aesthetic
If I trip, then it get hectic
If I slip, then I'm upsettin
If I try, I'm supposed to die
If I cry, I'm supposed to lie
If I play, then I'ma lay
If I'm prayin', it's for Bray and the kids
Anyway, these days, life be autopilot
No stranger to the time
Barely get the time to drive it, I ain't lyin
King, change for the better
What I'm eyein', am I tweakin'
Thinkin' maybe there's a reason why we dyin
Like our sacrifice for God, 2021, new Mayans
Tears well up with blood, so I got no shame in cryin
Let me breathe, I guess
Get your hands up off my chest
My heart see the light of day
Or stay buried in my breast
Get it, I'm a chicken
But this ain't no finger lickin
Fried beyond belief
Lee Sin close what I'm kickin
Really though, sober, man
This mornin' 'fore it's due
This homework, the dober man
Wouldn't even wanna chew
If thunder and lightning strikin
I blink twice and say, ka-choo
I mean, ka-chow, nigga
Scribbles, sicker than a mad cow
Rushin' through the halls
Hearin' bells in the crowd
And they loud
Late to class, breath pourin' out
Got asked about homework, said nah, and sat down
Thorns atop the gown
Wear the halo like a crown

Written by:
Quincy Wilson

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