Vent #1 [V12]

[Verse 1]

Rich nigga problems

Where's the connection if liberals is without 'em?

I've been a splintered soul for so long

I've been double-dutching my thoughts

Looking at these Venetian walls like asylums

Saint Lyricarion's, it was in hell, turbulence didn't pan well

My latest panic attack suffocated my damn self

Trying to count to ten backwards, fumbling for them aspirins

Sweating religiously, moving on fidgety, my actions

Got me feeling caged in, days out, days in, waiting

My shoulders about to tip over, how many worlds I'm holding?

Wait a minute, mama calling me, she need all of me

Doctors say my uncle 48 hours, hit his arteries, now at 24

I didn't even know hе had cancer, nobody really know

Now you tell mе I gotta answer like right before the show?

My father's incompetent, running from tragedy

Always hesitant to respond to shit

I'm trying to console my mother, her younger brother was my twin

On my first album cover, we made history

I ascend generations of a newfound best

Now I'm trying to fly his body back home before soundcheck

I'm on the phone with funeral homes, private banks and strangers

Hoping to transfer 50,000 for the arrangements

A picture came through my text, him in his final moments

Life smothers you, don't it? Pain is only a bonus

Being in Europe that day was the most foreign to me

24 countries away, but the bill was forward to me

Still I gotta save face, see, I'm a professional

This life I acquired didn't come with confessionals

Man, emotions is pouring in

Belle gave me a towel, was hoping she didn't see it

The audience getting loud, they want Kendrick Lamar to give him a show

Superman in the flesh, I'm walking out and nobody knows

[Chorus]

I need to vent

My feelings don't collab no more, I've been low

Yeah, I need to vent

I feel like the wall's closing in, but then again

Vent

How long can I hold it all in? It makes more sense just to vent

Just vent

[Verse 2]

Whitney say I specialize on how to detach

Dave say I know exactly when to react

My momma say I work to much and need to relax

But I remember me and my siblings in the back with no vents

AC blown out, transmission slipping

We on the way to governments house, welfare recipients living month to month, show me how

Coping mechanisms was the right way to go about

Cause all I'm looking at is a house full of hard liquor

The family drink the pain away in front of my yard nigga, nobody communicate less that shit through a bottle

We call it numb numb juice

That medication was vital

But I refuse to put my feelings on a stand mad dawg in my hand 

Repeating my words every second so that you understand

Repeating my words every second so that you understand

So that you understand

Repeating my words every- (Pass me that can)

If you not sober than you just apart of the culture

But who can? A nigga deal with the moment I need the closure

Remaining resilient, so you can have a crunch

If I had defendants, your whole life be fucked