Simon illa - 5 Days lyrics

[Intro: Kyle Lucas] They say at night that's when things come alive And when things come alive I was high for like 3 days, came down for 2 5 day's wasted, wasted I was high for like 3 days, came down for 2 5 day's wasted trying to escape from you [Verse: Kyle Lucas] I'm having a hard time balancing this music sh** Constantly on tour still going to school and sh** Get my degree, the f** I'm going to do with it Get a real job, I feel like a lunatic I'm starting to get a buzz, shawty I ain't new to this Assuming if I walked away now man I would ruin it Hard to say sober, I'm always in the room with it All these different d** and then everybody's doing it Okay f** it, chop a line i guess it now i'm cool with it b**hes getting higher then the moon and sh**, lune eclipse Start to see some stars, Zanny bars that got me loosing it And everybody out here getting hammered man, that's too legit Too legit, cool as sh** All this drug talk that's the language that I'm fluent in All this fluid got me zooming like I flew on in Feeling like i'm dying while i write my own eulogy Constantly surrounded by these dealers and fiends Who disguised as rich guys rocking dockers with a crease If you look in they Mercedes they got 80 OC's That's 80 mg's, so that's 80 bucks each A dollar a milligram, you think that's a reach? But it's supply and demand, you fighting a disease cause You'll pay anything to stop from all the scratching All the shaking, all sweating, before you know sh** you an addict Reporting to you live I'm from the city where the d** are so potent it's just more then getting high I mean, not the first but maybe the second time It's like either going to be hooked for life, or you gonna die Talk about the past makes it easier to laugh It's easier to judge you don't even know the half You don't even know the feeling depleting your whole stash Walk a mile in my shoes stop you dead in your tracks My addictive personality, it laughed at free will I never stood a chance, all the E pills All the weed, all syrup that's on refill Girls in the stalls sniffing blow off of keys still Coming down, my high it needs to re-build Hearts racing, I'm telling it to be still While my body is yelling 'just like please chill' Paink**ers took, no pain got k**ed So no wonder i ain't been to bed sober in like 10 years Every single night I'm watching dreams turn to nightmares I'm seeing ghosts, friends who overdosed And a couple even k**ed themselves are hanging from a rope And some who disappeared, that probably hurts most It's been like 2 years, since me and Kahle spoke But he don't see my pain, guess he don't feel the same He took 20 years of friendship and threw it down the drain (f** him) So much for being brothers So much for spending every holiday up at my house up with my father and mother sh** I considered you family and that's rare don't even bother Ain't no coming back from that because I can't do sh** for ya This whole industry turned they back on me Middle finger to your label and your faculty Oh ya you listen to these rappers, actually Well go and tell them all to back it up cause you don't want this rap beef Just when you thought that i had enough I'm back on deck like batters up Me and my team we mad as f** Couple things ain't adding up Like who the f** are these new dudes? And God dammit they rapping s**s Listen to they tracks, I just wish they dad wrapped it up Now we stuck The publics so subjected to these fake a** emcees can't even form a sentence This ain't happen over night, blood, sweat and tears Money can't buy sk**s, ask Rich Hil Constantly aware, constantly compared To these rappers who ain't sh**, constipated all year But they ain't in my vicinity Fraction of my talent, they ain't even a tenth of me I'm k**ing every beat sent to me Meanwhile they kissing on my a**, Human Centipede I don't need a yes man, I had friends But when sh** hit the fan they found exit plans So i'm like f** it life alters Out here by myself, I'm a lone survivor like Mark Wahlberg You gonna need Mossberg to try to halt this monster I ain't gone stop till i'm on everybody's poster All up on your girls wall, all up on her shoulders You just gone be picking up my scraps like a vulture And i don't f** with any new emcees Unless you, Sugar Tongue, Marc Goone or G Eaze The rest don't even box me in can't even hold a candle I don't see them like they wearing f**ing camo Like I'm Rambo when he ran out of ammo I'm just a rabid animal in the corner I'm off the handle Now if you don't like the show you can change the f**ing channel While this handle of Jack Daniels the reason you get handled It's misleading, you think i'm going to be leaving But me and this beat beefing, i beat it for no reason Grab the f**ing kick drum, beat it till it's bleeding High jack, the hi hat, silence all the screaming Sort of Silence of the Lambs, mixed with Son of Sam And we mixed up with some misfits, we bringing all this mischief I was bumping Dip Set, you were bumping dip sh**s You listen to rappers who be rapping on some b**h sh** Nothing authentic about you I'ma start naming names come Round 2