Lyrics:
break through to
The world right now
I’m feeling like I’m gonna hurl right now
Too sick to be underrated
Too many sins to be appreciated
Gimme my space
to death so my ex wants me back but
She better get used to me gone
'Cos i need my space like I'm truthfully Tom
And the way I do too many wrongs
She might
many fake friends I would waste my time with
Food for thought, I got a lot on my plate
But I'm hungry like I've been starvin'
Lost in a sea of emotion
seek to find until your dying
'Cause I got too much to stay awake for
To sleep or even take four seconds out the game it's time to wage war
Scissors,
her cousins
Bottled by the one she wouldn't marry
Who wishes that she loved him
He tried struggling
But seven of them all punching him
He bleeds 'til
months gone by it's over
You called 10 times but not 1 was sober
Too many shots
Gone too your head
Now your blurring all the lines
“I'm not with her”
through the do
I feel I'm used to death, I don't fear it
Lost four uncles, all grandparents
Many relatives, friends, even this week
A high school friend
the risk of embarrassment and rejection against the feeling of your lips on mine
And in a split second I decide it'll be worth it
And I don't remember much
Cause I got bitches I'm a hoe yeah
How's that my fault
I know way too many bitches yes, way too many bitches what
Way too many bitches, I know way too
Have you heard it the original wordsmith
Twenty four seven on a beat I deserve this
I'll first second and third it with the verses I have a purpose
Have you heard it the original wordsmith
Twenty four seven on a beat I deserve this
I'll first second and third it with the verses I have a purpose
'm surprised that hasn't change through'out these many years
That old tree ain't grown much more than six or seven feet
Lord I sometimes wish that I lived
We gotta fight back we can't let them reenact
Too many lost their lives
It just reached a max cap
Death upon me and I'm not ready for that nap
Black
Look, hold tight Nocturnal on this one yeah?
It's way too fucked, it's way too fucked
I swear to God
Don't get the intro twisted I swear, look
Watch,
seconds left in the game
The Dream team led by one
They knew if they could freeze the ball
The Jacksons would be done
Just then the four young Jackson boys
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big"
home was taken by a thief.
Progression.
Seven years I battled my depression.
Through so many schools,
So many psychiatric sessions,
All these people,
wouldn't need a pen
I'm just happy that my people got to see you this evening
And by the way, when you free again?
Now you know I seen many moons (many
ring
Enough of me rapping, gon' let that boy sing
I had one, two, three too many
I'm fucked up, four chicks with me
I'm loud, took about five shots
dreams.
Friends were getting married for the second time. It's disgusting. Like I should be able to get married once before those bitches do it again.
Ten to twelve, I'm not myself
By the millionth time, I cry
Give me a second go
Don't let me go alone
You saw me at the worst
You caught me
worst nightmare
and now I'm trapped in the whole fuckin' world of sin
Kill or be killed hit down by the hands of his best friend
you gotta know if
Yeah,
Welcome to my mixtape man
Second mixtape in 2 months
Making up for my 6 month hiatus in 2019/2020
Yeah
I simply decline consuming amounts
and dangerous
Ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel
Dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas that love to bust, its strange to us
Y'all
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