Can't seem to keep my balance, everyday seeing violence
speaking wild, all the while, I'm just trying to leak my talents
My physique imbalance, blame it on the binge drinking
Thinking I'm a fix things when yet again the bridge sinking
I got severe delusions, like my shit ain't been stinking
Fuck it this merely music, on the edge clearly tweaking
Cringe and freaking this kid about to make the same mistake
Rapping just to play the game, like juggling razorblade
Humble by the pain I face, muzzled by the fate I chase
Sleep is for the weak man, struggling to stay a wake
Caught in Limbo, my poor soul and exhausted pencil
Trying to write more rhymes, grind to extort more info
I don't talk to bimbo, I only vibe with the truest
Help me thru this, losing my mind when I write this music
I try improving, but you tell me it's not good enough
should loosen up, but I keep it in util my mood erupts

HOOK

Levi Verse
You woke me up with a phone call know it all
Doing back flips sounds like summersaults
So persuasive, sure but evasive
god knows what your doing in the basement
jaws dropping in shear amazement
every second that passes your aging
pass the stage of trying to stage it
as far as your concerned get to payment
I been thinking of the rhymes to say it
Just display it, tell the truth right now
Grab the mic and announce it to the whole crowd
Tell em everything my the real real proud
Take the stage and continue with a second bow
Get the show on the road and just head south
Strike a pose and make my little mouth pout
Leave em all off balance like I feel now


HOOK


Threw me of my game, piss drunk my thought derange
Caught in this caustic game, all about the cross and chain
I'd rather tortures brains of course it's gon cost me fame
But I don't want it, I don't need it, I'lll shit talk the same
short on change, flossin dollars is not my forte
Been pinchin pennies, spittin heavy to get my songs played
All day in the lab, born with the gift of gab
With Levi on the hook, and I'm not one to miss a jab
I stick and land, dodge and weave, hang like apostrophes
Imposters plottin the same angle like an isosceles
All this posturing is bogus, got me whyling like I'm hopeless
All these roaches, approach us, but my style be the dopiest
I'm a blow this mothafucka up, not just follow the motions
It's all reality television and hollow motives
But I'm scholar broseph, despite the chaotic surrounding
and that my brain pounding, Ill always stay grounded

HOOK