Useless

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Chris Patrick - Rap

Useless

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[Intro] Uh, ayy [Chorus] And this 'bout the fourth time this year I done thought about ending it all But I'm scared to push forth on the trigger In New York with my niggas We don't Milly Rock, but I feel like the source of my dance is extorted by liquor With hopes I could cover these pigeon toes My dopamine levels is dipping low The closeness to dreams in proximity never outweighs all the feelings I didn't show My demons been throwing they C's up, stuck in the blues, my nigga My peace been disrupted for weeks, I don't know what to do, my nigga Feel like I'm letting down half of my team, I feel like I'm Kuzma, nigga Sometimes I feel useless, nigga [Verse 1] Ausar has been telling me lately I need to just put all my fear aside, is it really essential? I wear my whole faith on my sleeve just to show I got fear of God if you seen my credentials Then you know that a nigga like me not for teary eyes But this grown-ish I fight on the daily is Chloe and Halle and Yara Sharidi vibes I'm like Kenya Barris Knowing the fact that my pen won't fail me, I'ma sign on the dot so they pay me cash Pray they don't hate me like Stacey Dash Every player I played with said paper's amazing for building m�ch� to display my craft Picasso, but locked on the style An apostle whose passion could topple the masters, a god free to the walk 'cross the Nile, you dig? I struggle with benching these demons above me, I know for a fact I'm not swole enough You could tell by my ugly and how much she love me my shorty deserves more to hold her up Origami look lovely, but baby don't trust me enough to think bitches won't fold me up Moral compass is losing direction Sorting conflicts with ruthless aggression More despondent when using affection And my honesty worse than these lies It's like comedy service in session Every time I say we gon' be fine She convinced that our worst days need some first aid, but she scared to apply it She more so prepared for dividing, yeah [Chorus] And this 'bout the fourth time this year I done thought about ending it all But I'm scared to push forth on the trigger In New York with my niggas We don't Milly Rock, but I feel like the source of my dance is extorted by liquor With hopes I could cover these pigeon toes My dopamine levels is dipping low The closeness to dreams in proximity never outweighs all the feelings I didn't show My demons been throwing they C's up, stuck in the blues, my nigga My peace been disrupted for weeks, I don't know what to do, my nigga Feel like I'm letting down half of my team, I feel like I'm Kuzma, nigga Sometimes I feel useless, nigga [Verse 2] Uh, D-Book the way the sun shine when they finally see a nigga glory, ayy Skipping my story to see the result, it's a shame 'cause I tried to share it They gon' say I'm like Cole, but imposter syndrome make me feel like Tobias Harris They gon' say I birth gold, but that often brings lows when living like Midas parents I don't feel moved no more, curb my enthusiasm When I fake laugh, I don't feel amused no more I work for the views I'm after, but that Drake shit ain't what I pursue no more Tryna put Mizz in Seattle Asia been down for the A Nile want a fenced-in castle Things feel different when you got a couple niggas on your backside Praying that this ship don't capsize Playing with this shit will attract flies Playing like the Clips will just turn you Doc Rivs Every nigga is convinced you the bad guy Been there, done that, bad vibes Still got demons from my past lives Feeling like everything changes the minute you seize every hour inside the clock I ain't been settling lately to win it, I need to be netting on every shot Depression been meddling greatly to end it, believe me, I'm never gon' let it stop Where I go Ayy, and this 'bout the fourth time this year I done thought about ending it all But I'm scared to push forth on the

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Credits

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  • Chris Patrick
  • Ro Marsalis