Breakout - Mads Veslelia

Try to breakout caught up in the same route

I tried to breakout, but I’m in the same route

Yep, I tried to get up again

Flip that script

Never let up, but damn

I got wounds and I’m grown

So I hide the pain

No one knows I’ma alone ima ride the wave

Screw it, yeah tired of staying afloat

Everyday a struggle tryna keep my head on the coast

Another wave in the boat

Yeah I said it before

But a heavier load

Not ready, heading for the seafloor

I tried to beast mode, why the evil

Gotta receipt for seats between me

And peaceful

And on the other side of me

Is another cunt called anxiety

No sight of the widescreen

Might seem like I’m rightfully whining

No light in my night, just pipe dreams

Wake up paralyzed

No surprise that I doubt the reality

I am so off, what is going on

Try to breakout caught up in the same route

I must be the only one who feel this way

I tried to break out, but I’m in the same route

I rather shop at a gas station, then pay half price at the mall

Cause if I get a panic attack, I know the door’s nearby I can exit fast

Facts, heart beat like it’s bout to stop and every question I get feels like a

witness box

My mind a wicked lock

And man I quick forgot

The code, every second felt like minutes fuck, I froze

Then I change the pace like a race, but I’m way too late

Guess I can’t beat the case

Try to act normal but an overload

Can’t let them find me, shit I don’t know

Nobody in their right minds

Could feel what I feel in a lifetime

Fuck appeal, peel shields when I write rhymes

Might think I’ma stereotype

But I just tryna survive

I am so off, what is going on

Try to breakout caught up in the same route

I must be the only one who feel this way

I tried to break out, but I’m in the same route

Yeah, do you feel that shit?

Flipping the bricks when I spill that ink

Slipping on piss, but I’m built for that shit

Might have dipped for a bit, but I’m back in biz, yo

Yah, you’ll never understand

Why somebody feel off, you never suffered pain

Im the rust, you paint

But Ima Russ the game

And you can’t flush, nor rush or hush

The oxygen

But I’m up, like silicon

Tighter, and I’m brilliant

Rapping on record

Trapping and wrecking, dragging the freakin demons on

Tape, that I’m about to sit upon

Play it for a million

They relate to the hiding face in public with a hoodie on

Oh, on a side note

Feeling isolated by my trials

Feeling aggravated by the titles

Jury stamping on me, like ima rival.

Die slow

I am so off, what is going on

Try to breakout caught up in the same route

I must be the only one who feel this way

I tried to break out, but I’m in the same route

Uh, when it’s over me

And I’m low, without road in front of me

Then I’ma keep trying, they keep talking and lying

Like I’m only the one that’s socially off

Fuck off, I’ma nobody

But at least I can promise

When I’m talking I’m honest