baby i'm scared feat von pea

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you ever get so mad that you scare yourself? so drunk on anger that you literally don't recognize who you are until after you sober up? maybe it's just me (it's definitely not just me)

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self destructive
a volcano set to explode like hell erupted
it’s all fatal, a tornado, anger vortex
resolve day old transgressions but can’t forfeit
get some you don’t want it
talking turn to shouting and the whole thing is toxic
art was therapy i guess i forgot it
cus making words rhyme wasn’t making me a profit
first world problems, third world hunger
bills kept piling, I’m not getting over
I’m just getting older, callous and colder
coat won’t fit over chip on shoulder
i know I’m fucked up
unsuitable, slightly touched
if it’s a roast then imma light myself up

what the fuck is brunch?
to a nigga that ain’t been out of bed in months
maybe one day but it felt like eons
not just a game, above the rim leon
beyond the pitying, heart obsidian
brother been alone and he might need visiting
graveyard twittering they might need limiting
its a cold world though and i aint bring timberlands
told from experience, currently the shit I’m in
if i rip the button up, you would see the emblem
made a little dividends, that aint why i grin again
i been rememberin, we about to win again
words become things, watch where ya pen has been
i could do quintessence, i could do ignorance
i could play innocent or shit could get menacing
so i’ll end it then

live at the bbq,
no way out of doubt cus the demons they’ll follow you
it all play out, front seat drama pay per view
wall yourself up then watch the world wall paper you
covered in panic someone else manufactured
stuffed and crammed in overhead you can’t stand it
carry they baggage, when TSA examine
you take the weight, operate fear or famine
you won’t feast or feel fulfilled
fundamentals funded from phrases so fuck frills
free fades on sight for life
you washed up nigga, put him in rice
y’all got me fucked up
buck up buttercup but knuck if you buck
what a month what a year what i’m really tryna say is
watch how much weight this bullshit gets

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from stop. waiting., released September 26, 2016
written by donwill & von pea
produced, recorded and mixed by donwill
additional mixing and sound direction by still weavens
mastered by brick beats

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Donwill is a Brooklyn based rapper, producer, DJ and 1/2 of Tanya Morgan.

Twitter: @donwill
IG: @donwill.me

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