Hi, my name is hampton, (hi hampton) And I'm quite melancholic, I argue with my logic Feel as empty as my wallet that's symbolic of my thoughts, like I'm broke, I'm suicidal, I'm lonely, I'm depressed I'm tired, I feel heavy, I got weight up on my chest I'm stressed of course I'm anxious Putting together beats, rapping bout how I'll never make it How will I make it, when I'm just another fish in the pond Pond, that's the last name of this girl, I should call her Sorry to do this right here but my ego gettin smaller by the second Hi, they call me hampton That's the street I grew up on Actually we move a lot but I've placed myself upon This house my momma bought, I can't thank her enough Why I'm getting touchy feely, all my feelings and stuff Detached townhome, why I'm detached and on my own Never laugh anymore, since like fifth grade Why I'm getting messy all my feelings and things, on this page That's my thoughts everyday In every way possible I wish you were around Always out of town, you live down the street Seems like you're only not around when you're talking to me Are you around? You break the bone you picked again today And all the hurtin people gon find their way No thanks to you and you know what I'm saying Cause priorities can tell a hell a lot over names And I don't take pills but I'd take em over you Cause those capsules help me through and through It's AUTOBIO 15!

I feel like I took the fast lane, where did my life go I'm still a child to most, bout to end my life though Fast lane, where did my life go I'm still a child to most, bout to end my life though I feel like I took the fast lane, where did my life go I'm still a child to most, bout to end my life though Fast lane, where did my life go I'm still a child to most, bout to end my life though Goin through my life, passing by the landmarks Back when I trusted in god, book of John, Luke, Mark Back when I had the answers, but didn't have any questions Now I'm calling up doc, looking for the answers again Can we up my prescription Used to see, now hazy be the way my vision is Trav never apologized for anything he did That messed me up more than he thought I'm no psychologist, just think about it a lot It's a long short trip, break at the pit stop Not even half way there, it's hard to watch I barely wanna drive, I'm running out of gas You know what I mean, like has all the good passed? like I'm moving too slow then I'm moving too fast Don't when the next drought's hitting I just hope I make it passed I feel like I took the fast lane, where did my life go I'm still a child to most, bout to end my life though Fast lane, where did my life go I'm still a child to most, bout to end my life though I feel like I took the fast lane, where did my life go I'm still a child to most, bout to end my life though Fast lane, where did my life go I'm still a child to most, bout to end my life though

I was floating round trying to take control of it Looked up, my umbrella had a hole in it When I was younger, man that shit was all a hole in one Now I'm lonely, really wish that I could know someone Sometimes I feel like the chosen one My penmanship was meant for this shit Mostly I feel like a stolen gun, Robbin clerks and racking up sentences Suburban American co-parenting, each mind be so arrogant when one mom's a Surrogate I know my dad inherited his heritage Oh man, I really hate the comparison School trip, twenty-thirteen, I first seen, I'm not the only one I was lonely, so lonely, till I met someone I could know so much I could know so much, I could know so much, I could know so much School trip, twenty-thirteen, I first seen, I'm not the only one I was lonely, so lonely, till I met someone I could know so much I could know so much, I could know so much, I could know so much Hardly knew my neighbor, he consoled me when my dad left Hardly know my father, we can only speak in past tense Ok I'm fifteen where's my freedom, I ain't had that If my mama let go would I smile cause I'm that blessed 2013 doing better than the bad shit You can call me Brad Pitt, I'm a young heartthrob With a smile like Marshawn, run over the chart tops I want an old car but look how expensive parts are I'll smoke anything I can find, it's not optimal On a highway goin one-o-five, in my Optima Cat in the passengers seat, we got a place to find I'm driving trying not sink, still high as my (ego) Bitches too serious, where my friends at? Don't fuck around with none of my shit, get ya bones cracked Basic bitch obsession over dick, I don't like that Move to Houston with my new chick, now I got triple the cat Bitch this is my song, you tryna bring the hype on? It's bring your own verse, bring your words, bring the Lysol I'll bring my own (censored) cause you know you wanna try some High-strung, you nervous in a G-string tryna buy my love Hold the fuck up, is this a Collab or a hookup? Second album out, Hampton here you can book him Lady in the front and I fell when she shook them Now I see her every night, two teenage fuck ups That's right, it was like a different world when we met And we didn't know shit but reacted like we did Tryna hide the same feelings that we knew years prior All because I had a different girl that I put higher Ok, if I knew the future, I'd apologize And put you on another pedestal atop a mountain superficial, I could wish you away

In the city where the girls bring ya Lysol Wipe the floor when they spill all out they white draws Six feet deep in a ho, yeah, call me Prince Paul When night falls, I be having scary visions Sight saw, my girl the best out of all you bitches Which is it? bone to pick or chicken dinner You livid, when you lookin' in the mirror Apologize for my mindset Suck me long, need a Heimlich I wanna be Leo, but I'm me though, hampton the musician, hampton the CEO I wanna be Leo, but I'm me though, hampton the musician, hampton the CEO I wanna be Leo, but I'm me though, hampton the musician, hampton the CEO I wanna be Leo, but I'm me though, hampton the musician, hampton the CEO Call me- call me- whatchu want, I don't dwell on that You wouldn't understand if I spelt my raps Like, P O E T I C when I spit what's in my drafts And L O T S O F cash that's stacking in my pants Call me- call me- what the hell, I could give a shit As long as you tell yourself to eat a dick Get off my dick, ha, let me spit a six, bitch Humble when I'm mumbling but confident no matter Positive and bumpin' it, whatever I'm a actor I like the cinematic, I like the dirty rappin' If my goals were set and stone, I'd have films and TV shows Cast the roles, me and Hov, buddy cops, we fuckin' hoes I wanna be Leo, but I'm me though, hampton the musician, hampton the CEO I wanna be Leo, but I'm me though, hampton the musician, hampton the CEO I wanna be Leo, but I'm me though, hampton the musician, hampton the CEO I wanna be Leo, but I'm me though, hampton the musician, hampton the CEO I ain't that guy, ain't the motherfucker tryna be Close myself off, and then play it off as hide and seek Girl, lied to me, so I went on a rhyming spree Like I'm B Rabbit, and this is my movie I'm going crazy like Spike Lee spiked my tea I'm still brazy, like a YG type beat Mention Jay Z and think I'm a white light beam This girl Daisy, and she ride me like a bike seat Wonder do she like me? Wonder would she fight me? Wonder would she fuck Brad Pitt just to spite me? Who got me cryin' on a Saturday? Frank Ocean Who got me down, wasting time today? My dad Who got me cryin' on a Saturday? Frank Ocean Who got me down, wasting time today? My dad Who got me cryin' on a Saturday? Frank Ocean Who got me down, wasting time today? My dad Who got me cryin' on a Saturday? Frank Ocean Who got me down, wasting time today? My dad

First things first I was raised in the wave Of a massive weight above our heads, lowering and raised Infinite agenda of these passages I write Incite a riot like a lion in a crowd full of mice Pull my pants down and I flex on a bitch Cause my dick that big, so she bite and she twitch Third leg, first place, blazed and I'm out Till we makin out, fuck, shout on a leather couch Fanatical phenomenon and poly with the tones Like an onomatopoeia spit straight through a microphone Monopoly ain't stopping me I'm modest when I write Come up from the bottom, Drake pay me for a type beat Life feelin elevated like I'm in an elevator Shit got me hell of a faded, smoking on that generator Write to the sound of my infinite and ever-raising tendencies of entertaining King of every new location When I'm gone, please forget about me, I don't mean shit When I'm gone, please don't stress about it, protect my kids When I'm gone, please forget about me, I don't mean shit When I'm gone, please don't stress about it, protect my kids I got two goals One involves a few hoes, one's about the euros Damn I'm dead as hell, if you think I'm up you don't know me well 2020 the hardest I fell, smoke a pack of leaves cause I barely turned 12 Laugh a little, cry a little, everything between Keep ya head up, don't trip just lean Half empty bottle but I still ain't overdosed yet Takin more and more like I still ain't get my dose yet I'm just tryna feel it in my mind and my brain If that shit don't help I'm going straight for my veins I just drank a Monster, I'm still fucking tired I don't got the energy, I know that shit required Bury me in the grave with a mask on Bury me in the grave with a mask on When I die don't tell my mom, cause I know it was probably my fault When I'm gone, please forget about me, I don't mean shit When I'm gone, please don't stress about it, protect my kids When I'm gone, please forget about me, I don't mean shit When I'm gone, please don't stress about it, protect my kids Always when I'm gone, when I'm gone, yeah, yeah

Punch you in your face Playing toy cars with a six year old Really show you how time go Back in fourth grade had a 4.0, how, I don't know Can't spend another night on that floor If I miss another day imma lose my job If I take the train back then I've lost myself If I make my way out then it's love to mom And ain't none changed between me and T That's the type-a friend, it ain't bout proximity I still know him like the dirt on my tee I'd still keep going, though I hate my rhyme scheme I could really flow on the same type beat Times 10 my fee, just save me a seat At the front row, award show, I won't show, I'm home bound Here in Minnesota where I always bump it so loud If I had your girl, then I'd never wanna go down I see why you loyal when your vision's through a smoke cloud My girl J, just right, make me so proud Eat a-, where we at, through the whole house

I wear an XL hoodie cause I'm insecure Yeah I like to hide my face, and I like to be a blur Went to the doc and they took away my strings Cause they don't trust me, I just wanna hide me Wear an XL hoodie cause I'm insecure Yeah I like to hide my face, and I like to be a blur Went to the doc and they took away my strings Cause they don't trust me, I just wanna hide me I won't take my hoodie off, don't want you to see my scars If we're staring at the stars, girl please don't touch my arm And if you touch my arm, girl please don't be alarmed I've been here before, girl I'm used to the harm I wear an XL hoodie cause I'm insecure Yeah I like to hide my face, and I like to be a blur Went to the doc and they took away my strings Cause they don't trust me, I just wanna hide me Wear an XL hoodie cause I'm insecure Yeah I like to hide my face, and I like to be a blur Went to the doc and they took away my strings Cause they don't trust me, I just wanna hide me I know we're insecure and we both hate to say it We say things in the moment, our emotions tend to sway it You got what I like, and I love the way you swung it Must think I'm your daddy, when we're out I'm always paying If I said it, then I meant it, what's the other option? If you answer different that's a fucking caution Why won't my self harm scars fade? I needed an escape and that was the way You have scars? (hey!) let me see I care about your safety, oh fuck me I know that's a personal problem, why do I bring this up so often I know that's a personal problem It's self help love, don't worry bout the method Let's go for a drive, babe please turn up the FM Oh oh, this road's a fucking dead end I consider every new setting a deathbed Self help love, don't worry bout the method Let's go for a drive, babe please turn up the FM Oh oh, this road's a fucking dead end I consider every new setting a deathbed It's self help love, don't worry bout the method Let's go for a drive, babe please turn up the FM Oh oh, this road's a fucking dead end I consider every new setting a deathbed Self help love, don't worry bout the method Let's go for a drive, babe please turn up the FM Oh oh, this road's a fucking dead end I consider every new setting a deathbed

Lately I've been dismissive, just passin all my aggression Gave up my perception, I'm on to new and new weapons Always underrated but I stay impressin I think mike dean taught me a lesson I looked God in the eye He five foot five That's right I looked down on him That's right I got inches on him That's right I got bitches on him I got friends ending lives over collateral damage I know it's hypocritical but man I'll be damned if Another one goes, oh I suppose I don't know the story and I don't know my bros That's like chokin and dyin off a piece of ice Coulda survived, just bought a lil more time El just needed to pass the line, I swear Don't know the specifics, I don't need to I still care But I don't fear death, I fear what comes after, I fear what comes next I bite my thumb at a bitch, who impersonating shit Joggin' from the mayor's office, I just hit a lick Tag-team the rich like we Morty and Rick Influential as hell, influential oh well I got some verses written in imaginary hearses, hampton versus himself Know the story too well, no need to rehearse this, I'm perfect as hell Burnt down the churches in my mind with the fire from the riots And the blinding of the light, ay, ay! The devil got me in a chokehold You talk too much, wait bitch shut your blowhole The devil got me in a chokehold You talk too much, wait bitch shut your blowhole

Supercalifragilisticexpial-i'm-done-with-this God told me, why don't you, take the torch and run with this But has he ever been there for me? Heaven or Hell, how the testament goes Rhyming and tellin, how the typical flow Genesis to Exodus, educate a little bit Wimbledon to tennis is my penmanship to sentences Analyze the coincide, homicide on my west side Ratchet ghetto streets and bootleg VHS tapes But that's the next step, make a movie with a landscape At the drive-in theatre, what's the story we paint? Does it end with a pistol or a shovel or a handshake I don't know, wait and see Is it the blueprint for a new life? When homicide on my west side Brain structure, brain function Brain structure, brain function Where do I go when the lowest of low Take my body and split it from its soul? Give me a lunar week where I don't see my shrink Oh I'll let you know, (I know I know I know I know) Philosophy the god to me, it's hard to see what got to me Dichotomy like Socrates be watching me Then shawty drop to her knees and suck me to sleep, ay Brain structure, brain function Brain structure, brain function Brain structure, brain function Brain structure, brain function

I said girl don't worry about me even though I know I'm not prioritized I wish I didn't feel a thing, man I think they call that paralyzed You've got fairer eyes than a million stars If I could kiss your scars and give your stomach purple butterflies Don't you think I'd go down in a heartbeat, let me satisfy Let me ruin my life Put me between your thighs Your girlfriends don't approve So what's the move? Cause I'm trying so hard My ego so small, it's causing me harm My ego so small, it's causing me harm My ego so small, it's causing me harm Didn't set my alarm cause I didn't wanna wake up shit What's the move, what's the move for you? Do you still love me, is we cool? She used to love me, are we cool? Do you still love me, is we cool? She used to love me, are we cool? Why doesn't she love me? What did I do? Is it because I, because I said What did I say? I said You're gonna live a trophy wife life, I bet it suits you Don't fantasize about your future Maybe I'm petty, I haven't forgot And I still can't look in the face of my abuser You would be disappointed cause I'm using on the daily I run to the outlets like my computer failing We both changed morals, I don't know my beliefs I've heard stories, of what you said bout me But shit you're anorexic now, you moved around, and out of town for real And then text like I'm supposed to heal And I try (I try so hard) Dealing with my own shit, now you need my time Couldn't even hit your phone past nine when we were together, the fuck? It's an hour past five, I got no sleep Analyzed every text you sent me just to make sure you were safe What am I doing? We parted ways, you lost those pounds, I almost fucking killed myself What the fuck would that have done, to either fucking one of us And I asked that question today You said you'd never forget the fucking regret you faced if that news was received So why'd you ghost my ass when I was too suicidal to function We even had gym class together, you never said nothin Do you still love me, is we cool? She used to love me, are we cool? Do you still love me, is we cool? She used to love me, are we cool? Do you still love me, is we cool? She used to love me, are we cool?

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, fuck 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 teeth 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 reflective, yeah I'm learning how to drive, I'm learning 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 fuck, I missed a phone call, I'm a shitty friend But I see fucking years ahead, you got like 80 years to live 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 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? 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 Spent like two fucking 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 clickin no links I don't know what you'll see Maybe it's about me, maybe someone dead on the street Same shit 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 Damn 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 shit I just can't mention Yeah some shit I can't control Yeah some shit was set up right in my own fucking 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 fucking clack and I hate the fucking notches Of that fucking 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 fucking commit Everybody got they problems, but the man's a fucking dick Okay dad, get your shit back in line Cause I wrote these fucking lines crying bout these fucking lines And I hope these fucking 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 shit, what's the occasion? Oh shit, I'm raising hairs Oh shit, if I think, you'd probably wanna clear the air Some shit I just can't mention Some shit that's too far gone Some shit you would remember Some shit you blowin off You think I'm off the rails Am I off the fucking rails? Some shit that if I said, one of us would go to jail So don't you fucking tell me shit, no don't you tell me any shit You prick, you dick, you jerk, you motherfucking narcissist 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