Sarob. - Victoria. lyrics

Victoria. (to Melissa) Take the circle line Reminisce of how i used to smile Saw you off victoria, you said i ain't been heard a while Mangled in my angle…you know about it Wrinkle written on my face Maybe I can be dramatic My main girl play the mandolin Homie play the race of spade I'ma get my handling Dwelling where the anxious raid Etch a sketchy figure Twitchy eyes Itchy trigger finger Let me be honest with you Shrink told me i hold too much I'ma be honest with you I turned my stove off four times before i left the crib I triple check my car is parked Sometimes I hyperventilate Sometimes I can't be out in public Confidence is mutilated I'm monomaniacal Brainiac, gon test my iq Tired of all-da-bull I go & hike it through my haikus Wired up in my room, I just need some medication I can't ever tell nobody so this verse is dedication: I knew ignorance is bliss … When i fell in the abyss Really i've been on the fritz Everything is just a risk to me; I'm scared to leave my house But the fix ain't what you wish it'd be, don't you remember Faust? Homie, don't you remember Faust Would you sell your soul for peace Or a piece of the pie That's the puzzle that I've been placed in When my comfort's deprived Don't be asking me no questions when you hear this sh** This ain't for public discussion, don't come near my sh** I'm a-shamed of myself cause I got problems with anxiety While people got real issues—I'm tripping off what's inside of me Hop on the number 12 Ain't been home in a blue moon I see my people struggling That ain't really nothin too new But I was overseas I was focused on my grown sh**; being on my own sh** But really I was homesick Was tweaking in the lab You can spot me in the fringe Just to pull myself together, i'm relying on a binge Make it worse— Now im home & i've fallen off the fence; yet I see my n***as starving while I'm having my fits Would you sell your soul for peace or a piece of the pie? That's the puzzle I've been placed in when my comfort's deprived To free myself of this guilt, a preemptive defense: Tell myself whatever's wrong with me don't even exist No it don't even exist So ima catch up to this money when the album release And you won't ever see me fold, no not even a crease … Just watch my money increase Would you sell your soul for peace or a piece of the pie? Take a step inside the hood see where priorities lie