Sidaka - Mad Lyrics

Losing my summers don't need a vacation
I'm up the gutter like bad luck
LSD tripping this one seater Motor
This two wheeler floating like Appa
Down on my luck
Done with these blunt I'm blunt
Gotta be faster
Seeing through you like glass
Gas in the mask
Smoking on shatter
Breaking my wrist
Needle went over meter can this thing get faster
Red & blue lights
Fast money street life be like natural disaster
Soulja boy one way street on the drift
Like a close call getting unwrapped like a gift
Choppers on my tail like Raul at it's peak
So I ditched two wheeler now I'm back on my feet
Woah
Eyes on the road I'm not pulling over
Rolling my dice five three
Eyes closed enjoying the breeze
Pittsburgh I fly with the Bees
No more friends Less drugs on my side
Way too focused I just need more drive
Fucked up Love better things I can find
Dig too deep got the shovel to the mine
I been in my own league warren moon in his prime

Madness, too young for this madness
Vetements like Assassins creed Running through the blackness
Home feeling like caskets
Fan blowing my ashes
Too young for this madness
Too young for this madness
Vetements like Assassins creed Running through the blackness
Home feeling like caskets

Justify my reasons why
I can't feel my soul inside
Grandma calling preaching said You think to much just fantasize
Guns be dressed extended fashion
Blasting trying to show compassion
Acting like It's fireworks
I stay inside I don't converse
Hatred trying to keep me captive
Gasping trying grasp my habits
Passive like I'm reading passive Classic Through my foggy glasses
Bastard I'm the only one
Something you won't understand
Bring me back to older days
When Dave Chappelle was on the stage
And nights my father actually stayed and told me things will be ok
Pelle pelle ghost rider leather he kept tucked away
Two years he been locked away but I am too I can't complain
Thoughts been overflowing rocky mountains that I can't contain
Air born souring to the pavement but I still remain
Soulful to myself around my brothers so shit stay the same

Madness, too young for this madness
Vetements like Assassins creed Running through the blackness
Home feeling like caskets
Fan blowing my ashes
Too young for this madness
Madness, too young for this madness
Vetements like Assassins creed Running through the blackness
Home feeling like caskets
Fan blowing my ashes
Too young for this madness