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Phone Off

by Albert B

on No Good (2015)

I can't remember when I started this shit
To tell the truth I wish I didn't play a part in this shit
I keep my nose to the profit
I got a problem with people
Man I been scheming and plotting
My pockets still pretty thin
And I don't know how to feel about you
I'm guilty and sick
And when we're talking our conversation is stilted a bit
I've been pressing to grow up
It's killing me quick
Couch stuck, sedated
I've been spacing a bit
I mean to say that when I'm absent minded
Vacant inattentive
I don't hate you, broken, shaded
I've been waiting to quit
And as of late my shit been changing
So I stay with this shit
And I don't mean to be dismissive, right
But I've been dealing with some shit
No I'm not with the feelings
I should stop, but y'all can miss me with it
I'm not asking for a lot
Cause I'm just trying to get a grip
I stake my claim and take my aim and cock it back
And I don't really think I have the words to tell you what the fuck is good when you ask
So as of late I keep my phone off
I been hiding away in the cut quiet
I keep to myself high and I'm faded as fuck
Shit I'm just doing what I can for the moment
I'm trying to get shit popping
Crack the canister open
I hope you're proud when you see me
I'm stressing a bunch
It's nothing personal just I don't check my messages much
Shit I put that on my momma
Haven't spoken in a minute
Working on my wrist motion
I been posted in the kitchen
I know I seem cold and distant
Just know its not personal
Coughing on mic and spitting
I know that I hurt you
I'm sorry stupid, I've been and I'll be the first to admit it
But I don't know what the fuck I'm doing just know that I'm busy
And I've been dealing with some stress
Trying to make a fucking dollar
I'm just trying to make some sense
I'm just trying to pay the rent
Told me get it how I live it
Shit thats just another question how I see it
Put it proper I been dancing with my demons
You can tell I haven't been eating by the sag in my pants
I stay away from people lately
Catch a snag in my plans
My hands shaky as fuck
And the few people I'm keeping close to me know I love them
It's not a circle, just a couple of them
Still I keep it sealed tight and keep it all tight in the grip
I'm indecisive, I'm overthinking, I'm frightened
And I don't really think I have the words to tell you what the fuck is good when you ask
Cause as of now I keep my phone off