Damone Tyrell - Innoscents lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, as I light my incense I start to think about the innocence of myself The world, start to breath in the scents The Innoscents You know sh** like that [Verse 1] Yo, I light a candle Put my better thoughts in motion If I don't think about it, it'll disappear I'm hoping Enhance in my amnesia by taking sips of the potion Just sitting in my room, just meditating and smoking (dawg) I hit rock bottom stiff And as my problem shift I thank the Lord I wasn't wounded by no hollow tips Finances make me switch My nerves weren't made to flinch Adjust my future like my clothes I change designers quick I'm agitated by the lack of progress that I make For myself and thinking that my will to fight will never break Got myself a demon on my back that I might never shake I wish I could open up but I'm secure with being vague And as I start to lose touch with my humanity I've convinced myself that I reached a level of sanity That doesn't start to peak until our feelings if can't be touched All these problems, feelings, love I can't buy them myself with such So why it hurt so bad? When I realize I barely even know my dad And some n***a living in my momma crib Tryna tell me that he raised me While I harbor all this anger Deep inside I'm going crazy [Hook] I like candles not to think about it Cause I've been living through this sinister's prison in my mind Like the candles not to think about it 24/7 like a skater trying to stay up on my grind I like candles not to think about it Cause I've been living through this sinister's prison in my mind Like the candles not to think about it 24/7 like a skater trying to stay up on my grind I like... [Verse 2] It's backwards It's backwards And weed planting dark in my soul I'm searching my conscious for me, but I'm losing control Through all the varied problems Scary and unnecessary I could see the way that I'm behaving It's hereditary I treat my women like an object, It's nonsense All these years failing, I though I'd be making progress When it comes to music versus love there is no contest Still my pa**ion for her can't be taken outta context Lost another 95 in a fight to stay alive Tryna stay productive as of now I can't be wasting time Nothing in this house is mine Never been the struggling kind I feel like I'm standing in on a corner with a plywood sign I know it's hard to get in this world It's worse than being poor Like living with your mom without a dollar to provide I thought about giving it up man I just wasn't sure I'll just mute this pain and push this pride aside [Hook]