Personal - Marlon Craft, Ricky Motion, Evan Crommett

I been searching for that praise for a minute I done tried

I been in a daze ill admit it I won’t lie

Give a fuck if they didn’t meant it this my life

Homie im taking it personal

I been drunk for 25 days a month

I been stuck for like more like 31

Im about to face this personal

Homie im taking it personal

Thoughts all deep

Drinking knob creek

Rhythm off beat, livin all bleek

Drying from life and my symptoms on fleek

Holy water jus drip on my cheek

And it fall to my lips i could taste the salt

From the weight and the way they talk

All the doubt from what they had thought

All the running back and fourth tryna pace my heart i won’t let you

Mirror convos, i dont get you

Thinking of all the fun come from being simple

That i just dont get to

No rescue, i dont want it, i won’t neck you

See my head too bright won’t dull my light

Dont kiss ass i ain’t even that great at eatin pussy so yall can go ahead and

just push me

Swallow this whiskey but never my pride

I won’t hide won’t lie no no no no

Can’t walk in my shoes but truth is I wouldn’t want you to that jus might taint

my soul so

All i know is i dont know

All that shows is what dont show

All my highs are my lows yo

Im tryin, what if i never fight hard enough

What if my skin, isnt golden

In the shining eyes of the golden

I hope to god im enough

But at times i feel so alone and stuck

I need some answers right now

I been drinking and drivin the seatbelts for pussys and clowns

I put my faith in green faces but only cause none of them frown

Tired of doubters and old toy vides always puttin me down putting me down

Rapper by night like im caped to drusade

But im still working 8 hours a day

We make acquaintance and she tryna date

Dranks fell asleep and forgot now im late

Ironic i wonder why i be alone

Always exposin myself in these poems

Wonder if certain things i can atone

Ain’t wanna do this shit over the phone

Know that my body your temple your home

I laid it down like position is prone

Invite to party dont care to go

All my homies like fair enough, emotionally unavailable

When will i feel like ive grown

Im 25 and still ask my momma to fold all of my clothes

Im still a novice when im on the stove

Bacon grilled cheese is bout all that i know

Slippery slope obligated to soldier

Napsack tied to a stick on my shoulder

Everyday feels the same

Everyday feels the same

Can’t keep these images out my brain

Im callin for guidance im short on replies and im scrollin through all these

names

Tell me now how can i numb the pain