Trb - Cuts Lyrics

Don't look too far, man you might just see the truth (The truth)
That shit'll give ya scars if ya don't stick to ya roots (Ya roots)
Don't try too hard, man there ain't shit you can do (Can do)
I just can't seem not to find another damn excuse (Excuse)
Go around in circles, I keep coming back
The sky is never blue when the mind is clouded black
Death on the track, Vex on the map
I been seeing signs of stars aligned like zodiac
They tell me keep it slow, but I can't stop living fast
It's hard to remain present when you're running from your past
I been chasin' seconds, dress it up for the next act
Fearful of my severance like I'll never get it back
Slide, I'm the goddamn seeker
Time can't heal cuts from the reaper
I'm like Hugh and this is theater
Don't need claws to gut like Caesar
Need control, won't step down neither
Begging, Lord, give me amnesia
Paranoid, I hide with speaker
Can't look back I keep my speed up
I heat my trees up, I reflect on my life
Went to fix what's left but I couldn't get it right
Got the pistol blessed and it's singing every night
TRB crest, here to shine a little light, light
Bright bright, in the sky, oh how I wonder why
They think I'm that type of guy, judge the look, ignore the mind
There's a truth behind the eyes, hidden where the silence lies
F*ck f*ck f*ck
I might be insane (F*ck)
Can't deal with all the pain (F*ck)
I'm beggin' for the fame (Yuh)
Me and bro till we in graves
Now I need a f*cking second to reflect on all the blessings
I'm equipped with Smith and Wesson, f*ck with me and get to heaven
If it's cuts for every bad thing, I'd be sliced all up and laughing
Bro like what the f*ck is happenin', I can't breath I'm f*ckin' gasping
Help bitch, I need to breath before I pass out on the couch, shit
I hit the weed and now I end up on the mattress
No I can't see, I'm too high up in all the clouds, bitch
Can't get to me, I'll stay here till I'm rottin'