Tryl - Venting lyrics

[Verse 1] I woke up one morning and simply said f** it My image doesn't matter no more You can all s** it I'm tryna be controversial so you can all shove it Talk about my music and spread it It's like you're all in love with "Tryston made a song about-" no f** it Not even gonna mention his name Or you'll all start sh** I'm playing pretty pa**ive lately I ain't finna argue Finna pa** it maybe that's the way to pushin daisies And go crazy just go crazy Yeah just maybe I am lazy oh so lazy The weather here is rainy I'm f**ing sick of these ladies My girlfriend thinks that I'm crazy My hands are shaky My mind is just breaking Like thanks Katie [Verse 2] This dream I'm chasing These rhymes erasing Everything a struggle cause you all are faking My f**ing back is aching From all this work I've done like what's the saying? That it pays off? You just playing I'm just pissed off No more hating I'm just ageing on this rap sh** Like its the only way of saving me from Satan Or this dating with these ladies Just like Katie But the thing is I'm just failing I'm so lazy Keep on praying Keep on racing in this line of work Like I'm invading, hesitating on the daily But for now there's no mistaking Asking Clayton where he's waiting Cause I needed something sacred

Heads up *reversed* [Verse 3] If you disagree with me that's cool Yeah I ain't mad we got our differences I rap And what do you do? You do bad, so just get faded I'll stay hated With these fake friends I'll replay it And a girlfriend that I play with On the daily yeah I hate that It's ok I ain't complaining It's just to say that pretty lately I've been acting out like crazy On a plane is where I wanna be Going round the world But instead I'm in this basement Every day right after school So I guess that's why I hate sh** Spit regrettable things I don't fake it sh** this headache and migraine can't shake it Getting told to censor music Makes me wanna blow and use it Abuse it and lose it sh**, I went over it on that one Yeah I got one more thing I got left to say [Verse 4] Don't need a therapist to tell me I'm depressed and suicidal Nah I think it's kinda obvi When I sit in silence in denial Where do I go f** if I know Gotta practise f** recital Down a spiral In a haze of crazy things It's straight survival Read the bible Think I'd call it Trystons bio I'm Messiah 'bout to face my f**ing rival That's what I know I am pissed off Turn the dial to eleven Check the title this is final Grab the rifle tall as Eiffel I am prideful