At My Table (Interlude) - Kings Dead

Twisted, predicted this life wouldn’t be a scripted

But shit it’s as if I’m sitting flipping through some horror flicks

I quarrel with my own thoughts and box the shit

Out of everything I’ve ever written

If only if, I could turn me off and turn it on

When I wanted this

God your lips must hurt from all the fucking ass you kiss

I mean it’s complicated, I’m almost always faded

Pupils always dilated, my father’s devastated

Didn’t graduate, even almost make it

Man I’m conversating with myself some Ramen noodles

And some rolling paper

Feeling nervous waiting for my lawyer’s ass to call

She’s always contemplating how to tell me nah

I’m fucking horrible at love, and frankly I’m scared as shit

Cuz my daughter’s getting big, I’m just a kid with a kid

I’m fucking heated up, but fuck that

This ain’t that original

And ever since Drake, everyone is so emotional

One hit wonders, you probably call that shit the hype

You probably bumping all that trill shit

Thinking it’s the life

Well don’t wait up

I promise I’m gonna get my weight up

I’m gonna get some trophies for the niggas at my table

Do you feel us, it’s okay if you don’t feel us

Yeah, I know we ain’t the first one’s to be the fucking realest

So don’t wait up

I promise I’m gonna get my weight up

I’m gonna get some trophies for the niggas at my table

Do you feel us, it’s okay if you don’t feel us

Yeah, I know we ain’t the first one’s to be the fucking realest