Stuck lyrics

[Hook]
And I feel so far away
And I've been so gone these days
And she will not speak my name
And I've been too far away

[Verse 1]
I'm a passionless pacifist
Adamant with my arrogance
Airing them with the envious
Actuated by carelessness
Vicariously comparing the price of a [?]
This [?]
This sh*t you can not compare it to (sh*t is hot, hot)
Man this Fahrenheit is unbearable
Barely staring at women these days, these b*tches is animals
Please don't touch me, no tangible
Imma slide to the back
I do not f*ck with the henny, nor am I touching the jack
Don't f*ck with me, I got plenty
Way too much sh*t on my lap
I run like bars on the track
Like b*tch I, on the track
Yeah, let me whip around the corner before I slide right on back

[Hook]
And I feel so far away
And I've been so gone these days
And she will not speak my name
And I've been too far away

[Interlude]
Now I might f*ck that
We don't need a lap
I don't need no flack
So don't f*cking hold me back
Yeah, yeah, f*ck that
We don't need a lap
Watch your f*cking back, 'cause they ain't gon' hold me back

[Verse 2]
Now I think I understand the type of man that they would like for me to be
I don't, see the way that they see
I can't, be the way that they be
I just, sit inside and rap my rhymes and try to describe the way that I feel inside
Through empty lines that can't confine
That empty mind you view as time
It's running out
Now the f*ck this hoe going on about?
Talking fast on the road till I bought em’ out
Going fast at the road like the autobahn
Now it’s bottoms up
‘Cause I’m often out
Yeah, I’m often out
Doing stupid sh*t
Going on about, what I’m finna do
Ain’t got sh*t to lose (Ain’t got sh*t to lose)
I got sh*t to prove (I mean not to you)
Mean sh*t to me
Going 52 in a 32
So I got to do what I got to do, what I got to do, what I got to do

[Hook]
And I feel so far away
And I've been so gone these days
And she will not speak my name
And I've been too far away