JD Wilsxn - Liars

I need to get in the beamer
I need to get back to my city and hit up deenitha
I need to go listen to preaches
I got some problems that i can not deal with
I told my fam i'd be gone for the weekend
It's been 2 months since the last time i've seen them
It's getting hard to pretend that i'm okay
I left my dreams at the doorway and i gotta go out in order to reach themBut i'm stuck in the house taking care of accounts
I just bottle pain up in enormous amounts
Yeah they all going to pay when i pour that shit out
See i'm back on the beat
Are you proud of me now?
Go on tell mе the stories
And what's it about
Yall don't evеn know what i'm capable of
See the words that i write ain't influenced by drugs
But the demons in me feed on kisses and hugs
So they only get stronger, the stronger the love
But maybe i'm thinking too much
Maybe my problems are basic
Maybe i just need the courage to face it
Maybe my talents are wasted
Maybe i need to get out of the basement
Maybe i need to switch lanes or go walk on the pavement
Maybe i need to stop talking and just taking payments
But that wouldn't change shit
Cause' people in life are just aimless
Like sheep in the field
Go and follow the fakers
Go watch all the videos and like all the pictures
Go do it all for the gram
I don't think you understand
I ain't trying to be the man
I'm just pointing out that i can
See i was born alone and imma die alone
Maybe far from home
But i can hold my own
So i don't need a chauffeur
I don't need a butler
I don't need a girl whose gonna lie to my face and then tell me to trust her
Like why do you bother, go talk to your father
Cause' i ain't got time for that
You keep sending texts, i ain't writing back
You started the war, now you facing the aftermath
Thought it'd be easy?
But shit i don't move like that
See i kept it real from the start
And you took it and ran with the cap
Left me behind and it opened a gap
See i tried to keep running
But shit, i got tired
I lost connection and cut off the wires
And i know you got dreams and desires
But the way that you move
There's no air in the tyres

I want to get high like a pilot
I want girl with no mileage
I want house on an island
So i can get rid of you liars
I'm burning the bridges
And cutting the ties
Now please pack your bags
And get out of my life
I'm done with the fake shit
I'm done playing nice
No second chances
You ain't going to ruin me twice
I need to get in the beamer
I need to get back to my city and hit up deenitha
I need to go listen to preaches
I got some problems that i can not deal with
I told my fam i'd be gone for the weekend
It's been 2 months since the last time i've seen them
It's getting hard to pretend that i'm okay
I left my dreams at the doorway and i gotta go out in order to reach them