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futura outro + - h@mpton. (rap) lyrics

verse 1
we’re interwoven like our dna
and your light shows my light how to go the way
you’ve gone the way you’ve gone the distance
we both don’t want my mind to miss it
i’m settin mics up, home studio, f*ck up a take and hit rewind
lines of coke on a closed laptop
our scene the backdrop for rap and crack rock
i rapped my ass off, spit through the gap in my t**th
i been taking my drugs like every night
thank you doc for the prescribe
can i hit you up, for a perspective
my light shine more when it’s reflectivе, yeah
i’m learning how to drive, i’m lеarning how to thrive on my own
cause when i’m home alone that’s when the bad thought show
we got like, 10 to 20 percent, suicidal
i know too many friends, on a high, low
do it over again, cycle of downward spirals, ya dig
i’m reaching out on a daily basis tryna prevent
finding a body in stasis, shot through the head
like oh f*ck, i missed a phone call, i’m a sh*tty friend
but i see f*cking years ahead, you got like 80 years to live
chorus
my future, my future, is free
we always tryna make it, whether music or it’s life, we’re free
my future, my future, is free
we always tryna make it, whether music or it’s life, we’re free

verse 2
my homie suicidal, this year ended his bio
i wish he knew what i know
i don’t even know what i know
my homie suicidal
we constantly get lied to
ashes in the bayou
i know that’s where i’ll find you
got a group who call me hampton, got a group who call me (censor)
got a group who want a sample, and a few who want me (censor)
so what’s the future like for a generation ruined?
is the news true, is our world doomed, are we doomed?

chorus
my future, my future, is free
we always tryna make it, whether music or it’s life, we’re free
my future, my future, is free
we always tryna make it, whether music or it’s life, we’re free

verse 3
spent like two f*cking years hand crafting a feeling
and my papa and my mama got perspective of a ceiling
always tryna block the light, always tryna shorten heights
five foot nine now i’m reachin shelves for her
man of the house now i’m tryna shelter her
don’t go cl!ckin no links i don’t know what you’ll see
maybe it’s about me, maybe someone dead on the street
same sh*t with my sis, i’ll take a brick to my fist
over and over, i’m tiptoeing in the midst
remember last year i was wishing on stars
d*mn i was so lost and of course i still am
i don’t know a god and if i know one thing
it’s my each and every back and forth and contradiction
yeah some sh*t i just can’t mention
yeah some sh*t i can’t control
yeah some sh*t was set up right in my own f*cking home
okay, hampton take your meds, we do it for your health
i don’t understand when you force me with your belt
okay, i hate the f*cking clack and i hate the f*cking notches
of that f*cking punishment, my dad the biggest i’m the smallest
i can look back, my mom she kneels, she cries, she watches
your four year old son can’t watch or trust his father
the man can’t control his anger, the man can’t f*cking commit
everybody got they problems, but the man’s a f*cking d*ck
okay dad, get your sh*t back in line
cause i wrote these f*cking lines crying bout these f*cking lines
and i hope these f*cking lines can hurt you one at a time
cause those belt notches hurt me more as my size and mind incline
no wait i’m on a decline, is human aura worth nothin?
it’s gotta be something making something from nothin
now you comin in tryna make my something nothing
i’m up where nothin touchin bumpin demos in the backseat
trying to remember the night on new year’s eve when you left me
oh sh*t, what’s the occasion?
oh sh*t, i’m raising hairs
oh sh*t, if i think, you’d probably wanna clear the air
some sh*t i just can’t mention
some sh*t that’s too far gone
some sh*t you would remember
some sh*t you blowin off
you think i’m off the rails
am i off the f*cking rails?
some sh*t that if i said, one of us would go to jail
so don’t you f*cking tell me sh*t, no don’t you tell me any sh*t
you pr*ck, you d*ck, you jerk, you motherf*cking narcissist
outro
i don’t know if this is healthy
but we still trying to work it out though
we still trying to work it out
we doing our best

- hmpton rap lyrics

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