Half Past 6 by La Mique Lyrics
[Verse]
What's the product of a city lost?
The outcome of a Teen up in distraught?
I'm the reason why your favorite wide receiver getting moss'd
I'm the last strike that nailed that nigga Jesus to the cross
Half stepping me, you'll see the cost
Bitch I'm bad luck, Fuck around, your weave is getting tossed
Inside bucket full of fear and acid
Go ahead I dare you grab it
You'll be in the fucking mirror with a pair of glasses
I'm contemplating bout conversations with Satan
Whether I should thank him
For understanding what I am thinking
It all balls downs to what I'm chasing
And when I fell down, my niggas left me just to sink in
Ship got wrecked, hit the deck, hit the plank and
Started drowning in my own pool of water like mick Jenkins
So lately I been thinking put the blade to my wrist
A bullet left inside the chamber so my brain is at risk
[Satan]
"Pull it slow you don't wanna take the blame if you miss
But make it fast since your parents so ashamed you exist
They never made an attempt
To be there when they created the shit
They wanna lock you in the basement like you Jason and Shit
They wanna put you on your knees so you can pay and repent"
[Lamique]
But I'm broke! So how the fuck I'm gonna pay for my sins?
"With a dozen bad bitches and an 8th of the stems, of course"
Look
Virgin Mary it's scary when you come near me
Like the sound of being weary when bitches be poppin cherries
If only your son could hear me just tell him I really need him
I said that I don't see him, Never said I don't believe him
I tried to a leave a message but I guess he don't receive em
I'm feeling all weird and shit
I'm feeling all scared I never thought that I'd be sharing this
I guess you way too busy to take time out just for hearing this
So quick, Somebody give me the number to Tyler's therapist
-I need a fucking shrink
*dials number*
-Come on, come on come on
-pick up the phone
[Dr TC]
"Dr TC here"
[La Mique]
-Yo! Yo! what the fuck did you do to me!?
[Dr TC]
"What!?"
[La Mique]
-I can't go to sleep at night time, and if I do I'm waking up like 3:00 in the morning
[Dr TC]
"uhh that's not my problem, that's not--"
[La Mique]
-Every night I'm having nightmares! This is not what I asked for!
[Dr TC]
"Aight hold on lil bitch, hold on lil bitch, it's exactly what you asked for"
[La Mique]
-This is not what I asked for!
[Dr TC]
"It's exactly what you asked for! You sold your soul to me! You know this! Don't even do that!"
[La Mique]
-I don't want this anymore, I don't wan--
[Dr TC]
"It's too late now, what's done is done! What's done is done! That's it!"
[La Mique]
-you need to do something right now! Right now!
[Dr TC]
"All you need to do is just take care of your music, and I'll see what ever else I can do to help you out, lil bitch ass nigga!"
[La Mique]
-Yeah whatever dude
[Dr TC]
"Just focus on your music, that's it"
*phone disconnects*
What's the product of a city lost?
The outcome of a Teen up in distraught?
I'm the reason why your favorite wide receiver getting moss'd
I'm the last strike that nailed that nigga Jesus to the cross
Half stepping me, you'll see the cost
Bitch I'm bad luck, Fuck around, your weave is getting tossed
Inside bucket full of fear and acid
Go ahead I dare you grab it
You'll be in the fucking mirror with a pair of glasses
I'm contemplating bout conversations with Satan
Whether I should thank him
For understanding what I am thinking
It all balls downs to what I'm chasing
And when I fell down, my niggas left me just to sink in
Ship got wrecked, hit the deck, hit the plank and
Started drowning in my own pool of water like mick Jenkins
So lately I been thinking put the blade to my wrist
A bullet left inside the chamber so my brain is at risk
[Satan]
"Pull it slow you don't wanna take the blame if you miss
But make it fast since your parents so ashamed you exist
They never made an attempt
To be there when they created the shit
They wanna lock you in the basement like you Jason and Shit
They wanna put you on your knees so you can pay and repent"
[Lamique]
But I'm broke! So how the fuck I'm gonna pay for my sins?
"With a dozen bad bitches and an 8th of the stems, of course"
Look
Virgin Mary it's scary when you come near me
Like the sound of being weary when bitches be poppin cherries
If only your son could hear me just tell him I really need him
I said that I don't see him, Never said I don't believe him
I tried to a leave a message but I guess he don't receive em
I'm feeling all weird and shit
I'm feeling all scared I never thought that I'd be sharing this
I guess you way too busy to take time out just for hearing this
So quick, Somebody give me the number to Tyler's therapist
-I need a fucking shrink
*dials number*
-Come on, come on come on
-pick up the phone
[Dr TC]
"Dr TC here"
[La Mique]
-Yo! Yo! what the fuck did you do to me!?
[Dr TC]
"What!?"
[La Mique]
-I can't go to sleep at night time, and if I do I'm waking up like 3:00 in the morning
[Dr TC]
"uhh that's not my problem, that's not--"
[La Mique]
-Every night I'm having nightmares! This is not what I asked for!
[Dr TC]
"Aight hold on lil bitch, hold on lil bitch, it's exactly what you asked for"
[La Mique]
-This is not what I asked for!
[Dr TC]
"It's exactly what you asked for! You sold your soul to me! You know this! Don't even do that!"
[La Mique]
-I don't want this anymore, I don't wan--
[Dr TC]
"It's too late now, what's done is done! What's done is done! That's it!"
[La Mique]
-you need to do something right now! Right now!
[Dr TC]
"All you need to do is just take care of your music, and I'll see what ever else I can do to help you out, lil bitch ass nigga!"
[La Mique]
-Yeah whatever dude
[Dr TC]
"Just focus on your music, that's it"
*phone disconnects*