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letra de mental intervention - chillerall

akadake and chillerall:
(keep it lowkey keep it lowkey)
yeah tough times
(it’s all good though)
it’s all good
(keep it tight)

when you really break it down i could write a whole f-cking alb-m about the fun i’ve had without’em
guess they couldn’t really hear the sound of when they dunked and f-cking drowned me
i was shouting loudly
all the sh-t they did without me like they all forgot about me
i just can’t remember howdy

(what did you do?)

well, i gave up
i quit giving a f-ck when cam and maddie fell in love
they kicked me far under the rug
so i went running to logan then she accused me of cheating

(you’re beating yourself up)

beating these thoughts
not beating like i’m winning
i was higher than the ceiling when i realized i was just k!llin myself from the beginning of my freshman year
but no one wanted to hear that. so i put it in a rap and people really liking that and now they never give me cr-p because they know my flow is fat
acting like nada is bad
like i didn’t leave my dad and dropped everything that i had so he’d get off my f-cking back
but it could never be just that. i felt so verbally attacked
now, whose left?
or who hasn’t left this mess i’ve been stressin confessing
again and again like i was testing the seven eleven
several heads i’d been drivin at ten so i could win and get some credit again and again and again

every day is repet-tion
when i don’t speak in rhymes they always say to just quit b-tching
but no one ever listens to the sh-t that i’ve been spitting
now i’m getting good and i got everyone’s attention
listen one more second before i forget to mention
i’m giving up the beef the fights and all the f-ckin tension
this sh-t that i’m going through i call it mental intervention
to help my cranium just comprehend my reinvention
these motherf-ckers always seein through my good intentions
well, you don’t know me and you don’t know bout the sh-t i’ve been in
and if you b-tches ever come back, well it’s been a minute
you call yourself loyal well f-ck you
you can just forget it
won’t give a minimum to my rhythm cause everything you’re hearing couldn’t have a clearer meaning

friends move on
dads are gone
i keep my head up and i write up a new song
tribe taught me to push it along
sometimes i get so stressed and i can’t tell what is wrong

i’m gone

yet i can send you five texts… not one of them are answered
i can call you and immediately it goes to voice mail
why don’t you give me a call back and explain that to me?

-end of message-

- chillerall

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