Knox Hill - Creatures Lie Here lyrics

Verse 1: Check it Overcome some days with a shadow o' doubt I walk around in the graveyard so hollow and down As I follow the sound o' the ones I lost - the ones not here I feel so ‘Divorced' and lost - cuz' I ‘Miss' Every single one o' ya'll And every year my resolution is to ball harder than Coach Carter and every one of his Daughters - I do it for them I do it for you I do it for me People wanna see how I'm ‘smooth' with the beats Got a boulder on my shoulder - I don't do it with ease I forgot all my manners I don't do it to please ‘Uhaul' for Einstein how I ‘move MC's' Haha Mama told me I'm a fighter - I guess that's why I'm ‘punchin' everytime that I'm writin - strike it Merriweather leave a dent with a pencil This beat's for the haters - they are ‘instrumental' Chorus: Monster - how should I feel Creatures Lie Here Looking through the window Verse 2: For my girl - you remember that night? It's funny how we ‘fall' like ‘November in a fight' You remember who was right? I was wrong It's funny how I admit it now when you're gone And to my boy Nic man I'm sorry for the fall out I can't forget them times at the beach we would straight ball out And tell people we were cousins - but really you my brother Actin like ‘cops' gettin ladies ‘under covers' Drivin mothers and they sisters so crazy Like: “have you seen their f**in boyfriends lately?” Askin' where they daughters at wonder why they skippin cla** Why they with his broke a** now they callin' him their baby? God damn how I miss you dude I know you up in heaven right now missin' me too So pour that goose hope you feelin at peace f** that ‘monster' in my room ‘cuz I feel like a beast I mean how show I feel man If you saw what I saw everyday I mean don't even know why I do it sometimes But f** it Verse 3: I'm tired o' payin these promters Who tell me to play when the pay is bogus There's no way to focus on what matters most: Entertainin' the crowd and attackin shows When you tryna rap out with ya back exposed When they pocket all the profit and ‘G's' Promotional needs to studio fees It's like they're holdin' the keys - they got a hold o' the knees To my city man f** that wear it's on You wanna ‘run my town'? Get a number in the marathon From now on I swear that I'm ‘wearin bombs' And I'ma ‘blow' on any motherf**a tellin me to “pay to play” When my budget is none - why the f** you think I'm back to sellin d** and bud - huh Cuz' ‘Love' won't pay to drop a rhyme in the Club When my pen run outta ink I'ma sign that sh** in bloood Motherf**er