The PARTY! (feat. The Fuzz Raps)

I don't really like this place too much I'm just here but, I don't want to be here I got a few friends, who invited for the weekend But, I don't want to party I feel better when I'm sleeping Back to my life as a jit, no geekin' Then snap, back, back, back To my life in the streets, when I'm dreaming But, I don't really dream too much A nightmare's the only thing I'm seeing A paradox life of my memory in post-tense Remember them days, I was rolling with the rodents Guns to my head when I was out selling snow, bitch PTSD, I'm reliving in motion Looking at the fiends and they're offering me blow, shit Fuck this party, I can't take it anymore, shit Look, I've been tryna' figure this out I can't even tell what's going on Cause, I'm drunk right now Everybody here ain't real No doubt I been tripping over memories I won't forget about This night is a blur Take a step back, put my mind in reverse Think about the things that I had and it hurts And I think about the things that I did and it's worse Like, I don't really like this place too much Cause, all these drugs got me thinking too much You ain't even here, so I don't got a crutch And the blood in my veins feels cold to the touch If I relapse, everybody gon' hush They don't want to get in trouble for me dying off their rush I might slip away, in the dark and hide all the pain from the past For a couple fake friends that could live with the drugs I don't really like this place too much I'm just here but, I don't want to be here I got a few friends, who invited for the weekend But, I don't want to party I feel better when I'm sleeping Back to my life as a jit, no geekin' Then snap, back, back, back To my life in the streets, when I'm dreaming But, I don't really dream too much A nightmare's the only thing I'm seeing A paradox life of my memory in post-tense Remember them days, I was rolling with the rodents Guns to my head when I was out selling snow, bitch PTSD, I'm reliving in motion Looking at the fiends and they're offering me blow, shit Fuck this party, I can't take it anymore, shit Well, well, well Back in the place where the lights didn't work And the brain was swell Dirt in the rug, so we took us some tabs, and it made us feel Better than ever, we had change, got to put it together These days, should've gave it the letter, big L's But you know, I got to put it on I don't really like this place too much Used to say that Take a dirt nap for The Fuzz Raps But, they want to hear my joints, so now I'll play that I made back, wouldn't around my boys in them days But, now we play back All them tunes we had at that time Good rhymes and now the rugs still dirty Still dreaming that I'll get mine But, I don't really dream too much A nightmare's the only thing I'm seeing A paradox life of my memory in post-tense Remember them days, I was rolling with the rodents Guns to my head when I was out selling snow, bitch PTSD, I'm reliving in motion Looking at the fiends and they're offering me blow, shit Fuck this party, I can't take it anymore, shit But, I don't really dream too much I don't really like this place too much