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useless - chris patrick lyrics

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(hook)
and this bout the 4th time
this year
i done thought about ending it all
but i’m scared to push forth on the trigger

in new york, with my n*ggas

we don’t milly rock
but i feel like the source of my dance
it’s extorted by liquor
with hopes i could cover these pigeon toes

my dopamine levels is dipping low

the closeness of dreams in proximity
never outweighs all the feelings i didn’t show

my demons been throwing they c’s up
i’m stuck in the blues my n*gga

my peace been disrupted for weeks
i don’t know what to do my n*gga

feel like i’m letting down half of my team
i feel like i’m kuzma n*gga

sometimes i feel useless n*gga

verse 1: chris patrick
ausar has been telling me lately
i need to just put all my fear aside

is it really “essential”
i wear my whole faith on my sleeve
just to show i got “fear of god”
if you seen my credentials

then you know that a n*gga
like me not for teary eyes

but this grownish
i fight on the daily
is chloe and hailey
and yara sharidi vibes

i’m like kenya barris

knowing the fact
that my pen won’t fail me

i’m sign on the dot
so they pay me cash

and pray they don’t hate me
like stacy dash

every player i played with
said paper’s amazing
for building mache
to display my craft
i’m picasso but locked on the style

an apostle who’s passion
could topple the masters
a god free to the walk cross the nile

but i struggle with benching these demons
above me
i know for a fact i’m not swole enough

you could tell by my ugly
and how much she love me
my shawty deserves more to hold her up

origami look lovely
but baby don’t trust me enough
to think b*tches won’t fold me up

moral compass is losing direction
sorting conflicts
with ruthless aggression

more despondent when using affection

and my honesty
worst than these lies

it’s like comedy service in session

every time i say we gon be fine

she convinced that our worst days
need some first aid
but she scared to apply it

she more so prepared for dividing

(hook)
and this bout the 4th time
this year
i done thought about ending it all
but i’m scared to push forth on the trigger

in new york, with my n*ggas

we don’t milly rock
but i feel like the source of my dance
it’s extorted by liquor

with hopes i could cover these pigeons toes

my dopamine levels is dipping low

the closeness of dreams in proximity
never outweighs all the feelings i didn’t show

my demons been throwing they c’s up
i’m stuck in the blues my n*gga

my peace been disrupted for weeks
i don’t know what to do my n*gga

feel like i’m letting down half of my team
i feel like i’m kuzma n*gga

sometimes i feel useless n*gga

verse 2: chris patrick
d book
the way this sun shine
when they finally see n*gga glory

skipping my story
to see the result
is a shame
cause i tried to share it

they gon say i’m like cole
but imposter syndrome
make me feel like tobias harris

they gon say i birth gold
but that often brings lows
when living like midas parents

i don’t feel moved no more

curb my enthusiasm
when i fake laugh
i don’t feel amused no more

i work for the views im after
but that drake sh*t
ain’t what i pursue no more

tryna put mizz in seattle
asia been down for the a
nile want a fenced in castle

things feel different
when you gotta couple n*ggas on yo backside
praying that this ship don’t cap size
playing with this sh*t will attract flies
playing like the clips
will just turn you doc river
every n*gga is convinced you the bad guy

been there
done that
bad vibes

still got demons from past lives

feeling like everything
changes the minute you seize every hour
to make a play

sometimes i feel empty
chasing goals

feel like everything changes the minute
you seize every hour inside the clock

i ain’t been settling lately
to win it
i need to be netting on every shot

depression meddling greatly
to end it
believe me i’m never gon let it stop

where i go

and this bout the 4th time
this year
i done thought about ending it all
but i’m scared to push forth on the . (gunshot)

- chris patrick lyrics

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