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There's a Lot Going On

Vic Mensa

There's Alot Going On

Yeah, this just my life
Front to back, top to bottom

Everything's changing around me
These days don't feel the same
We all lost faith and lost family
Why must we play this game?
Lord have mercy on me
I've been a sinning man
Pull out my wings, jump off the bridge
And crash in a plane
If I never land

Know I never die
We live forever in my mind
And I sanctify
We live forever, still that life

There's a lot going on but I stick to the ones I love
I never claimed to be a perfect man
But name a great man who was
Consequences of my actions in the past years
Had me stressing out
It was like, may, I just moved to l. a
I was tryna figure it out
Medication for depression that I cut cold turkey
Had the kid manic
In an episode out in hollywood
Wilding out like nick cannon
Railing adderall pills out a dollar bill
On the bathroom floor
Clean the whole mess up with my nose
What the fuck I need a vacuum for?
New york city on my birthday, june 6th, 2014
I had that first meeting with hov
Plus I brought out the whole team
I drank that whole bottle of d'usse ty
Ty gave me that night
When we left the club
After rap genius house me and shorty got into a fight
She came out the room swingin', hit me in the jaw
I was really tryna fend her off
But I ended up in the closet
With my hands around her neck
I was tripping, dawg
Too proud to apologize or empathize
I blamed it all on her
Saying that she hit me first
Even though she was the one hurt
I was really just reflecting all the hurt
That I was feeling from the band's rejection
When kids these days split
That shit felt like a c-section
And my infidelity and jealousy with natalie
On top of the amphetamines
And the ecstasy had me tryna drown face down
In the chesapeake
The next month I dropped "down on my luck"
And had europe going nuts
But I couldn't even appreciate it at the time
I was going through too much
Now I had to leverage million dollar label deals
On the table for my records
In ibiza eating paella on the roof
Tryna choose over breakfast
Hov wasn't with the bidding war
But I knew the roc just felt right
When I saw kanye at wireless, without t-pain
Still a good life
Felt so close when mr. hudson introduced
Me to him backstage
He prolly don't even remember that shit
Like a bitch off backpage
But at that stage, I was ready to swing
For the fence like a batting cage
At the same time, I was winding down
A low point in my addict phase
The adderall started wearing off and I
Went into a deep writer's block
All over a song that I couldn't finish
That I wrote about signin' to the roc
Isn't that ironic? I was feeling so psychotic
With the whole world excited for me and my idol
Saying I got it
Shit got bad out in l. a
So I moved back home to my mom's basement
Linked up with smoko and papi beatz
And took it back to basics
Then I wrote "rage, "
That was me screaming out through the pain
And "u mad, " addressing my relationship with natalie
It was too bad
The violence and the lies slipped suicide
Into my mental health
I did acid in the studio one day and almost killed myself
As I started to fall apart, certain stars started to align
Oh mys came to chicago in january at the perfect time
He said kanye was working on an album
And uzi played him one of our songs
He was tryna fly me out, nigga
It was goin' down like the dow jones
Pulled up to westlake, first day I was there
I recorded "wolves"
I knew I was the one, like neo meeting with the oracle
But I had to get a handle 'fore the door was pulled
Crawled out on snl
All the niggas hating on me back home lookin' at me like
A lot of people coming out the wood like
"let's work, " tryna network
All the pressure making my head hurt
The molly wouldn't let the meds work
At this time it's like feb. 1st to the 15th
And I'm still addicted
Frustrated, writing shit for ye
Tryna visualize someone else's vision
Then he laid that verse on "u mad"
And we made the shit the single
Ye and hov getting into it over me
Tryna do a joint venture
And g. o. o. d. music still fam
But it's that roc boy savemoney life
Took the bus out on the road for the traffic tour
Did a hundred nights
Cleaned out my closet, I got rid of all of my demons
If you learn one thing from my journey
Nigga it's don't stop believing
When this shit got so suffocating
I could barely even keep breathing
Wrote my wrongs all in this song
Now I'd like to welcome y'all to my season
Nigga I'm gone

Know I never die
We live forever in my mind
And I sanctify
We live forever, still that life

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