castaway/blood money

Part I: castaway [Intro: Tank Dempsey] We are keeping score? Fire sale, oh yeah! [Verse: quinn, Tank Dempsey] Head against the wall (Discounted killin'!) I don't think at all (Clean up on aisle five!) Damn I hate withdrawal (Attention, freaksacks!) All I think is death Swimming in the shallow waters, never got me wet I can think about that shit, but I get too upset I think I'll forgive you if we never even met Fuck it, what we finna do? I don't think you feeling me, I don't think I'm feeling you All this shit is killing me, but I know that it's healing you I can say a thousand things, so that's what I'm picking through These problems that I'm dealing with and everything is spilling too Therapy ain't shit to mе and it just made it worse Gave mе exercises, but them bitches never worked Niggas tryna get back at me, swear that shit never hurt I'ma make this money right if I roll in a— If I catch a snake, you know I gotta kill it Lot of shit is changing fast, but I could feel it I don't know who told you, but you not the realest (Everything must go!) Damn, I hate withdrawals [?] Head against the wall I don't laugh at all Damn, I hate withdrawals I done seen it all Up until I fall I just heard it all [?] [Outro] Someday maybe someone will come to rescue me Days that last forever, nights that never end Part II: blood money [Verse] Tough times, battle scars and they on- Tough times, battle scars and they on me Rough clouds, momma always tried to warn me Sometimes, when I'm rolling with the army Dark crimes, blood money tatted on me To my words that spotted on me (Head against the wall) False lines tryna [?] on me Suicide will make me turn into a zombie Only last a night, do it calmly If I catch a body it'll harm me Uh It ain't easy not to skrt off in a coupe It ain't easy not to flex on those that do It ain't easy bein' black but that's the truth You don't need me in your life, so I'ma deuce