Chris Patrick Numb Lyrics

[Intro]
Something was telling me
Either I quit this shit now and chase what i'm doing like, all the way
Or I stay here and never get it
Oh shit, was that recording?
We might never get back to where we used to be
Everything's still new to me
Won't be no love lost
We might never get back to where we used to be
Everything's still new to me
Won't be no love lost
[Verse]
You niggas act like bitchеs each time shit hit the fan
Movе different
Chris been addicted to seeing visions land
Cold floors on palace eviction notices [?]
Label ain't re-sign me
I'm dead broke tryn' flip the plan
Written after written after written 'till my wrist is jammed
Can't waste a f*cking line
Make sure every verse is tin for tan
Picturing the moment, my redemption arc is soon to win
They switching up the focus
'Til I open up doors and get up in those same f*cking buildings that they locked me out
Negative balance in my account and I'm still poppin' out
Opportunistic, i'm at that CFG shit rocking out
Thinking if this shit my only chance then I'm gon' wild out
Shit, I got my smile out
Little do they know I threw that pain erupt
The woman I was supposed to spend my life with said she hate my guts
Niggas killed my cousin, plus my grandma wasn't waking up
Still f*cked them stages up
I told Rob and Kev i'm in that field until my grave is dug
f*ck I look like sleeping when there's more to do with this dream? I can't even by mom a crib off of these six T's
Rent was late again, they said they need that by the 15th
I'll make it work
I'm begging my landlord told him to give me 2 more days
48 pass and watch me come up with this bread in more ways than we imagine
Bitch, my craziness is passion
Going lengths to see my greatness reach the masses
I was whipping up protein shakes in the crib to make up for meals I ain't have
[?]
Working 'til 3AM but a 6 I'm back in my bag
f*ck a self preservation
I need this shit so damn bad
Moving quickly, precisly
My selflishness been blooming from a bitch tree
Growth is full of pain but I grew numb when she hit me
A family home with kids in the backyard is sounding risky
I had to make a choice and that choice was to pick me like pick-me's
I'm standing on decisions
I'm channeling a space to make tangibles for my vision
If I die then so be it
I'll hande it when I get there
Playa shit doesn't live there
I told you muf*ckers that I'm tired of running
I'm tired of ducking
I'm tired of struggling
Tired of, tired this, tired of suffering
Trying my hardest
I gotta try something
Gotta try something
I gotta try something
I gotta try something
Before it's too late
[Outro]
Even if I did
You would be the last up on that list
I still can't believe you did that shit
But in my heart I still want to
We might never get