Raccoon in the Foxy Den, Pt. 3 (PROD.by SIXXNIGHTSS)

My room is empty but my mind is packed

I carry my thoughts with me like a bunch of clothes in the bag

I like to drown myself in acrylic paint until I faint

Many faces are covered with toxic stains

But I wanna be the one that remains

My heart is seeking you, so please give me your hand So I can reach you

I can reach you

Yeah, so far up but I ain't even reach a peak yet

So awake cause everything is so bleak when I sleep

Peoples minds are too deep

And their mouths are too sealed

Too silent to speak, too violent, too weak

Out of the way, out of the mind

Ride of the wave, reading the signs

Hiding the pay, what they see is blind

As I slowly climb, get to the top and jump, just to see if I start flying

Fixing me into a position where I start lying Asking if I'm fine, like, yes, ma'sucka

I be in the cut, smoking indica

Out here like what up

Strategic moves in demonic rooms

Insidious behavior, stay in tune

Resort to violence on these tyrants

This pain I'm going through, can't leave it up to therapy and science

Trying to control somebody that's not compliant

Peoples minds are too deep

And their mouths are too sealed

Too silent to speak

Too violent, too weak

Too weak