Zombie - Hi-Rez

I’ve been feeling like a zombie man all the days just starting to blend

I wish I can go and press rewind and just start all over again

I’ve been in and out of therapy and I’m hanging on by a thread

So I’m living for right here and now cause I feel like I’m near the end

Look… Rez

Feel like the end around the corner but my time is right now

Ya’ll don’t know what I been goin' through so fuckin' pipe down

Stop thinking that I gotta live up to your hype now

And cause I got a buzz I gotta always act polite now?

So many thoughts in my head it’s gettin' harder to write down

Now my music finally poppin' old friends think we tight now

Searching for the light now, been getting used to the darkness

Only break bread with the people that you starve with

Nobody know my hardships, I’m livin' in the darkness

I’m chasing after God but the Devil keep followin'

Heart — cold as the Artic

Vomiting — cause my bars sick

This industry full of puppets, someone tell me where the artists

I’m on my Brett Favre shit and all my bars starved

Going hard for the longest yard 'til I’m in my coffin

Always worked the hardest, a rookie to a starter

And every other up and comer didn’t make the roster motherfucka

Now when I see you winnin' man it eat me alive

I ain’t the type that’ll hate

You ain’t the type that I like seein' survive

All I wanted was my piece of that pie shit

But we couldn’t get it together and it keeps slippin' by

How many days?

how many evenings high?

to try to fight the hurt

My eyes red all the time no wonder life a blur

I had a chick I would’ve sacrificed my life for her

Started going wrong when I started doing right by her

Uhh It’s what it’s like to be envied and die young

Had a mid-life crisis at twenty

I’m Cy Young all of my people are pitchin' right where they steppin'

High-strung so when they hit the lights then we jettin' errooom

Another woman 'causing me stress so I run to another woman’s open arms to forget

Right, I’m getting calls 'bout how my peoples is dead and I ain’t hit one of

they funerals yet

God-damn

Look…

I’m disconnected from reality

Ain’t in this for a salary

I hope to one day make my father proud of me

The world is always mad at me

That’s why I’m out here passin' weed

Wakin' up in pain my thoughts always attackin' me

Now this could end in tragedy, or this could turn to triumph

Yeah boy I’mma conquer all my fears or die tryin'

Make music to inspire

Preaching without a choir

Smokin' and gettin' higher

I was born a fuckin' fighter yeah

So throw the keys to BDG and tell him to pull the ride up

I got a coupla' females and a room at the Hyatt

Let’s roll a coupla' Phillies in the hotel and get higher

In Cali like the Niners tell a hater come find us

I’m always speakin' my mind, so no label get behind us

These ignorant ass people is keepin' they third eye shut yeah

I’m tryna rise up uhh because I been down

Fuck these fake ass clowns rockin' big crowds

Rez