[Intro] Called the suicide hotline but the signal said busy Need to work on myself but I've been too busy Try to pray to God, he said "I'll hit you right back, I'm too busy" Zero dark thirty four, I'mma clock mine too busy Numerology...
[Chorus] Called the suicide hotline but the signal said busy (seeing the same number) Need to work on myself but i been too busy (steady looking at the time) Try to pray to God, he said "I'll hit you right back, I'm too busy" (can't ignore the signs) Zero dark thirty four, I'mma clock mine too busy
[Verse 1] Yeah, yeah 12:34 so repetitive to see And I've been out working every competitor but peep It seems like I've been working on everything but me Been in my head a bit rest assured but ain't getting any sleep For everybody you hear but self neglect is what you bring My fuckin' health is something else, I'm a special kind of breed If I cut myself it'll take me 20 seconds just to bleed Meaning I'm slow just to notice it 'cause depression isn't seen Maybe if we took time like the theft of someone's G- -shocking, ain't it? I've been making an effort just to keep Clockin' making these dollars 'cause death ain't even free I've been dancing with the devil, two stepping to the beat Since back in '07 in a Chevy the Caprice Yeah, they talk that belly shit but we the belly of the beast Like an oversized load, bitch I'm heavy in these streets Strange chain, Rolly, yeah the presidential piece My music made it to the fucking president to peep Devil in my shop of horrors, I ain't selling you a thing Rather jug a nightmare than to sell a fucking dream 'Cause I'm everybody's meds, but who's medicating me? Rhetorical question like, is that your hood or residential street? Used to the backburner like a weapon on a string It's why I'm walking through hell like it's 70 degrees Fuckin' the misery, we loving the company, let a nigga be-cause This shit'll be killin' me, feel like I want to be exponentia-lly up But taking it up out of a pistol, I gotta be makin' it out of a killer psychology, will I get better I'm thinking I'm honoring every single thing but me Ever since a teen "work hard" been embedded into me That's why I never get to sleep This feeling, it's killing me, really you'll never get to see 'Cause I'm too busy listening to the telly as it rings, like:
[Chorus] Called the suicide hotline but the signal said busy Need to work on myself but I've been too busy Try to pray to God, he said "I'll hit you right back, I'm too busy" Zero dark thirty four, I'mma clock mine too busy Called the suicide hotline but the signal said busy Need to work on myself but I've been too busy Try to pray to God, he said "I'll hit you right back, I'm too busy" Zero dark thirty four, I'mma clock mine too busy
[Chorus 2] Somebody pick up the phone, yeah I don't wanna be alone, yeah Work my fingers to the bone Ain't taking care of myself but I'm strong, yeah Tell God I'm finna come home, yeah Devil got me out my zone, yeah Follow the signs I'm shown, yeah 12:34 that's the code, yeah
[Bridge] Need to just work on myself right now, ay Too busy going through hell right now, ay Somebody check on Terrell right now, ay Called, he won't answer his cell right now, ay I got a number of things that I'm working on but disconnected from self right now, ay Fuck thinking 'bout record sales right now, ay Trying not to kill myself right now, ay
[Verse 2] Funny all this money that I made by myself Even fame but won't take a single day to myself People coming for a favor while I'm hanging myself Momma's step father was beefing while I'm raising myself Baby momma drama, while I'm playing Dalai Lama, take my babies Yeah, I'm gonna fucking raise them myself Where were you when I was in the ward, I stayed in my cell I don't trust a single fucking soul and stay to myself Every single case, I fought The State by myself And the Board of Mental Health when they played with my health Hoes used to kick me out, I got a place by myself Almost died in that cell but got saved by the bell Rather carried by 6 than be hanged by the 12 Bitch I'm a 6-12-6 in my brain I excel All this pain that I held, it contained in myself Now I'm with the snake and bat flying straight out of hell, nigga Tarell, no Davis, in the gym the 30 close Young nigga, what the hell you acting 30 fo'? Live your life and take care of it early, bro And since because before you know it, you'll be 30, yo Social standing you're too busy workin' on Too busy for your own call? It could hurt you though! I can't talk, I'm suicidal like Percival So if I hang up, don't take it personalTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
