Verbal Kent - Desperate lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Bring the drums in Uh, yeah A 1-2, yeah Yeah, what the f** am I supposed to do? Yeah, supposed to do Check it out, uh Listen [Verse 1: Verbal Kent] I'm in my flat flat broke, last smoke The voice in the back of my mind sighs have hope I have rope, I could end it all feelin' that Local rapper found hanging from a ceiling fan That would be the easy way out though But what would that amount to apart from a outro? It's not what I'm about yo, I'm never for shortcuts And taking life is never right, that's something the lord does Sortin' through these past dues, my choices led to bad moves No soap in the bathroom, I don't want to hustle but I have to Back to the drawing board Zip locks stock up on what the clients want I am taught but I won't listen Self-destructive sort of like I wanna fail But what I want to feel isn't what moves me Why I grab a pen and stick the tip to this loose-leaf [Hook: Red Pill] So what the f** are we supposed to do? What the f** are we supposed to do? Don't even have a rope to hold on to So what the f** are we supposed to do? Come on No way out for us to make that move So what the f** are we supposed to do? What the f** are we supposed to do? Tell me what are we supposed to do? [Verse 2: Red Pill] While these motherf**ers pop bottles I'm taking pop bottles back into the store so I can get some Top Ramen What the f** they know about that rock-bottom? Everyone I know is feeling down-trodden Everyone I know has thought about robbin' I'm not talkin' 'bout a stick up, uh I'm talkin' liftin' up that drawer before that afternoon pick-up Shattering that tax bracket you sick of On some get up, get out and get some this sh**, come on The mind wanders when you're poverty-stricken And only hope you're holding on to is a lottery ticket Bills piling up so don't see you smiling much Start thinking of some violent stuff Like umm, why the f** don't I just get a pint of some rum A nine and tuck it between my teeth and say good-bye I'm done? Economy is down and suicides are up We rather die by a gun than let this world be the d**h of us [Hook] [Verse 3: Red Pill] This world'll f** you and expect you just to smile through it Waking up is a reminder thinking why do it? They wonder why these motherf**ers snap One minute a family man until he's walking in that plant And he's thinking, "Where the f**'s my overtime?" Last resorts become solutions to a sober mind An empty bottle list of f**ing demands like "Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?" [Verbal Kent] Yeah, feeling like there's one way out of this hole Feel the weight of the world, your hate feeling out of control Either I'mma see the light or the light'll burn out No mistake though it's never too late to turn around Turnin' out to be a catch 2-2 Not a stretch for me to fetch the 2-2 I know that's a bit theatrical But this poison is pungent, it's just so suspect How much I've been avoiding the subject [Hook]