Cover art for Useless by Chris Patrick

Useless

Chris Patrick 

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Useless lyrics

[Intro]

Uh, ayy

[Chorus]

And this 'bout the fourth 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 niggas
We don't Milly Rock, but I feel like the source of my dance is extorted by liquor
With hopes I could cover these pigeon toes
My dopamine levels is dipping low
The closeness to dreams in proximity never outweighs all the feelings I didn't show
My demons been throwing they C's up, stuck in the blues, my nigga
My peace been disrupted for weeks, I don't know what to do, my nigga
Feel like I'm letting down half of my team, I feel like I'm Kuzma, nigga
Sometimes I feel useless, nigga

[Verse 1]

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 nigga like me not for teary eyes
But this grown-ish I fight on the daily is Chloe and Halle and Yara Sharidi vibes
I'm like Kenya Barris
Knowing the fact that my pen won't fail me, I'ma sign on the dot so they pay me cash
Pray they don't hate me like Stacey Dash
Every player I played with said paper's amazing for building mâché to display my craft
Picasso, but locked on the style
An apostle whose passion could topple the masters, a god free to the walk 'cross the Nile, you dig?
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 shorty deserves more to hold her up
Origami look lovely, but baby don't trust me enough to think bitches won't fold me up
Moral compass is losing direction
Sorting conflicts with ruthless aggression
More despondent when using affection
And my honesty worse 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, yeah

[Chorus]

And this 'bout the fourth 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 niggas
We don't Milly Rock, but I feel like the source of my dance is extorted by liquor
With hopes I could cover these pigeon toes
My dopamine levels is dipping low
The closeness to dreams in proximity never outweighs all the feelings I didn't show
My demons been throwing they C's up, stuck in the blues, my nigga
My peace been disrupted for weeks, I don't know what to do, my nigga
Feel like I'm letting down half of my team, I feel like I'm Kuzma, nigga
Sometimes I feel useless, nigga

[Verse 2]

Uh, D-Book the way the sun shine when they finally see a nigga glory, ayy
Skipping my story to see the result, it's 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 I'm after, but that Drake shit 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 got a couple niggas on your backside
Praying that this ship don't capsize
Playing with this shit will attract flies
Playing like the Clips will just turn you Doc Rivs
Every nigga is convinced you the bad guy
Been there, done that, bad vibes
Still got demons from my past lives
Feeling 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 been meddling greatly to end it, believe me, I'm never gon' let it stop
Where I go
Ayy, and this 'bout the fourth time this year I done thought about ending it all
But I'm scared to push forth on the—

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