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letra de ups nd downs - kid e$s

[intro]
girl there’s always ups and downs, girl i thought you knew that sh-t
it always seems to get me down, how i feel right now
d-mn i’m losing sh-t
always stuck in constant frowns, do this all year round
ask me how i do this sh-t
i do it with a frown
(you ask me how i do this sh-t)
i do it all year round

[verse]
i’m stuck in the moment if i’m
the main component my brains
the main opponent my thoughts
i’m always groaning yo’ b-tch
i gotta moan n’ i got
some mental problems i hope
i f-cking solve ’em with pills
they seal the bottom they say
that i can’t rap but i can
went through some phases, the xan
now i’m becoming the man
lately been talking to fans
they say that i’m on some sh-t
they say, “like d-mn you the man”
so now i’m talking my sh-t
and i been writing some plans

[verse]
please just call me back
b-tch cut me some slack
like i remember counseling
that f-cking sh-t was wack
heart dyed permanently
darker than f-cking vanta black
you changed the way i think about myself and i can’t get it back
(na na na nah)
got me popping prozac
(na na na nah)
and i’ll never go back
(na na na nah)
‘cuz i’m popping good pills
(na na na nah)
now i’m popping good pills (aye)

[verse]
f-ck your job
quit that bullsh-t
b-tch you know i’m on my cool
i’m on my cool sh-t
b-tch i’m always last pick
with the rat pack
i got the pack-flip
i got lean like i’m fat nick
wan’ chill with fat nick (yeah)
wan’ chill with fat nick (yeah)
wan’ chill with fat nick (yeah)

[verse]
i broke my right hand
so like you could call that writers’ block
i’m still stuck in brooklin
the f-cking place where the junkies pop
bars pressed with chalk with a little crushed rock
leaving your kids in your school looking like they sleep walk
and i’m writing these bars with my left hand
and my future be so blurry so it’s unplanned
and i’ll look up at the stars and you’ll understand
my own plans
the man of heartbreak
heartache
i don’t need no friends they all fake
opaque
how i’m seeing sh-t
ok, mistake
it’s gon’ let me into heartbreak
i fake
that i’m happy and it’s my state
earthquake
when i jump up on the stage baked
all these pillies for my mindaches
i8, finna pull up in an i8
from the start
i went my own way

- kid es

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