Envy You - Issues Lyrics

I’ve got issues in my mind
From time to time
Time to time
So now I grab a pen
And write my songs
Line for line
What happened, to the time where I smiled all-day
I guess that I let it fade away
Cause now I'm stuck at home, with this pain
Inside my fucking, brain
So now I'm on this mic
Spitting real shit
Ain't nobody wanna listen to some fake shit
That's why I got in this shit
Yeah I rhymed shit with shit
What's the problem with it?
Huh?
You’d rather have me rapping bout drugs or about the plugs
Or about some guns up under the rugs
Semi-automatic or the ones with slugs
Nah fuck that
Ima do me
Ain't nobody gonna listen to the bullshit
That's the problem with this game
Ain't nobody gonna spit some real ass fucking flame
Yeah now I'm loading up on gasoline
Cause I ain't bouncing from this game fuck a trampoline yeah
I’d rather put my head in a guillotine
I’ve got issues in my mind
From time to time
Time to time
So now I grab a pen
And write my songs
Line for line
I got issues
I should really grab a tissue
But that's the issue
Ain't nobody really know what I’ve been through
And it's fucked up
Cause I really wanna tell somebody that I'm feeling locked up
In my own mind
Yeah that's really how I feel inside
But they don't know that
Cause I keep on a smile on the outside
To hide how I'm feeling on the inside
Ain't nobody really know what I'm feeling like
So stop assuming that I'm doing fine
Cause you really don't know how the fuck I feel inside
So please let me be
And let me do me

I’ve got issues in my mind
From time to time
Time to time
So now I grab a pen
And write my songs
Line for line
What happened, to the time where I smiled all-day
I guess that I let it fade away
Cause now I'm stuck at home, with this pain
Inside my fucking, brain
So now I'm on this mic
Spitting real shit
Ain't nobody wanna listen to some fake shit
That's why I got in this shit
Yeah I rhymed shit with shit
What's the problem with it?
Huh?
You’d rather have me rapping bout drugs or about the plugs
Or about some guns up under the rugs
Semi-automatic or the ones with slugs
Nah fuck that
Ima do me
Ain't nobody gonna listen to the bullshit
That's the problem with this game
Ain't nobody gonna spit some real ass fucking flame
Yeah now I'm loading up on gasoline
Cause I ain't bouncing from this game fuck a trampoline yeah
I’d rather put my head in a guillotine
I’ve got issues in my mind
From time to time
Time to time
So now I grab a pen
And write my songs
Line for line
I got issues
I should really grab a tissue
But that's the issue
Ain't nobody really know what I’ve been through
And it's fucked up
Cause I really wanna tell somebody that I'm feeling locked up
In my own mind
Yeah that's really how I feel inside
But they don't know that
Cause I keep on a smile on the outside
To hide how I'm feeling on the inside
Ain't nobody really know what I'm feeling like
So stop assuming that I'm doing fine
Cause you really don't know how the fuck I feel inside
So please let me be
And let me do me