DESCRIPTION:
The first single off my third mixtape, Numb, featuring Aaron and Jordan from R4R, please give feedback!

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LYRICS
[Verse 1] Sketch:
(Sketch) Beats on, sound out
Speak soft, loud mouth
I’m trying to find my thing but I ain’t found out
I’m trying to make it rain don’t blow my clouds out
God damn they caught me poppin’ pills again
I’m like aw man, they cop me, drop me kill me again
I know that I’m insane, it’s in my brain
To feel no pain lost in the strains you know my name
Yes I am often diligent
I make songs I’m tellin’ you bitches I’m seriously bout to take off
I’m on fire like I got laid off, you in trouble with the treble with the bass off
You’ve mistaken me for a make believe creature that wasn’t made to see
When painfully you’re angrily making’ me take the pain with ease
Bitch Please like Snoop was here
Fuck around now I need a new coupe to steer
Hard times and now I needa make a buck
So don’t blame me when I gotta shoot the deer
I talk down to you til’ you get up in my face
And I got a middle finger up don’t give a fuck what you say
Illuminati, you’d probably knew if you saw me
Sign my name, and I’ll find my fame, I’ll wake up in that bugatti
The proximity, was not feelin’ me
Our energy, lost like evangeline
Wack ass raps that I had in the past
Crack open that bag, let me laugh before I crash
Agghh!

[Hook] Sketch: (x2)
I lost my mind and I got no time
Whys it seem to be I always find
What I’m trying to hide from
Get one taste and I’m done
Crash

[Verse 2] Jordan Fox of Rhyme For Reason:
Say it loud for the cats in the back
Put it down for the cats in the AC
If you shine then I’m blind as a bat
Talking down, find yo ass in a sack
I’m a bonus check or a nightmare
Flow is best when I’m right there
No punks left when I bear mics
No punks left when I fight fair
Not a thing I fear when I pack shows
Me and my peer better tracks yo
I make it very clear don’t pass go
Only ring in my ear is the cash flow
Bringing heat great from the wheat state
Better squeak brake when ya see A
Cause sheets bake, with CO2
It’s a cold day in hell son if we owe you
Cherry Avenue, staring back at you
Make it clear what we looking at
Bury rapper dudes, sit down crack a brew
Better steer clear only slinging facts
I stay badder with the brain matter
Beef with me? Get ya slayed faster
Graceful syllables I package that
Bass boost feel able, the tracks are fat
Best in the biz, only do as I talk
Aim for the best, do or die notch
Things you list be the goose or that scotch
Only thing on your wrist - suicide watch
Folks laughing at you not one hoe sticks
Can’t handle the captions though you must know this
My faction blasting, taking action, it’s a walk in the park like 106
Jumbo jet when I jumble text, got em’ running now who wanna rumble next?
Humble vet when I’m done respect, discuss yo buzz gonna crumble bet
Started music bout a decade back, wasn’t active at that time
Harm the foolish with the rare pace that fucking Dracula'd your lines

[Hook] Sketch: (x2)
I lost my mind and I got no time
Whys it seem to be I always find
What I’m trying to hide from
Get one taste and I’m done
Crash

[Verse 3] Aaron Johns of Rhyme For Reason:
I must a-vow, I need Sitrep
Might chow down on your bitch set
It’s no pow wow ya get chinchecks
Gonna bow down or get shipwrecked
I’m, Last Dragon!
Stayed in my lane with the backpacking
Bangin’ Black Sabbath in the back rapping
Kicking’ dirt in the face of ya rap wagon
We through speaking with you sheep and-
Heard ya’ll shit need a new reason
Why to quit this game, while I spit this flame
Yeah we gotta little shot now flu season
Hands ache, fuck a damn break
Flowing like this til’ the dam break
And I stand great on my landscape
Fake fucks won’t even get a handshake
From the O.Z. I mean AK
There’s no Oz’s or no AK’s
Just dope beats and my brain space
My own speech is my payday
When Insomniak was your hottest track
I was off of that making bomber raps
Imma profit that yeah the prophet back
With a new god flow no crossing that
I’m feelin’ myself - Mac Dre
Reveal it yourself - That way
It can sit on the shelf - Lack play
Imma give it this hell - Track slay
When I think shoot, stay bobbin’
When ya think booth, think coffin
We will sink you, straight rotten
What a freak do, spray toxin
Like Heisenberg when I’m rhyming words
When a line occurs I might try to swerve
Then I ride the curb til’ I find the nerve
To start spitting with the energy I prefer
I claim, raw, honor that
My reins, off, monster rap
You came, crawled, wandered back
And I came, saw, conquered that
Ah!

[Hook] Sketch: (x2)
I lost my mind and I got no time
Whys it seem to be I always find
What I’m trying to hide from
Get one taste and I’m done
Crash