Lyrics:
of song and words
Been surprised by love sometimes hurt
And I wouldn't change it even if I could
You know me
I'll be there in dreams at night
In
sins
I'm heartbroken, no love to give
Only trust family, don't have friends
Drowning in my problems, honestly I got a lot of them (I got a lot)
Check
’m an African czar
Like Kunta Kinte
On my mind you’ve been runnin
I could keep on going
God damn I ain’t frontin’
Deeply rooted is my lovin’
Baboons in
mind and reflect
Getting by like the rest, I could barely save a dime or a check
Getting high, red eyes from the zest
Squeeze lime, call it pressure
Now
just another nigga
Trying to play me, show you how a coach do
My bitch Prada and your bitch is coach fool
I been thumbing through a whole lot of hunnids
a snowman out of himself
I've been popping out of closets in robin hood suits
I've been spotted in pictures with Navy recruits
Look at your costume you
the word, I’ll be at your door
Pretty sure you could save me
Did I forget not to mention
I’m okay but afraid I might fade away
And you’ll stay if I say I
to God
I wanna thank my forefathers
The blood in my veins, flawless
I wanna thank my Grandma
She always keep it true and honest
I have to thank your
I work in the kitchen
At an old folk's home
I do my best, but I too am gettin' old
I do the dishes but lately I been droppin' plates
See as I
friends are on methamphetamines
Trying to raise babies in this cold world
Wondering what could have been
Yeah they're puttin' in the hours on a river
'll never know
You found a reason for leaving
Soon as I gave my love to you
Verse 2:
Ooh
I'm broken hearted once again
I've been dismissed by my man
Why
do you feel? I don't know where we stand
You been so distant, we hang by a strand
Rocking Peep Game, but it's not for the brand
Breakin' my heart, now
do you feel? I don't know where we stand
You been so distant, we hang by a strand
Rocking Peep Game, but it's not for the brand
Breakin' my heart, now
That I could hurt the heart in need of repair
I just moved to the West-End
I'll take your girl with her best-friend
Cos I'm Bad Like That
A little bit
selfish you that's my recipe
To be a better me, live by my own tempo
I'm investing cash you would have spent on a stone bezel
Inner drive as a Porsche
you say
But shit I guess everything happens for a reason
People change up like seasons
Best friends that had your back
Have now committed treason
could’ve been worse, begged her to let me come home
(Please)
What I do get arrested (again), not even a month home
I used to do a lot of stupid shit that I
traction.
Now this is for real, so you fight for justice.
Your shell is hard so you shout,
"They can't dust us off like some old coffee table."
Since you
running around with these killas
And backing down
I'm the type a nigga punch you
Have you looking like a clown
Bitch, we on fire
Pull your teeth out with
A check this out baby
We gone take this one to the parking lot
I spit that thug game
For them ones that love game
And they'll be your best friend
And find
is no thought
Friends family law and emotion forgot
I am not alone if I fight with myself
Die of old age at 30 and in perfect health
Why do you
Feel
'm good
I'm always in suspense
So depressed it don't make since
11 Years old I remember writing
Tell momma I'm going make it
Then a year go by
fucking hard when you're annoyed of your friends
Lately i ain't wanna chill with them i might just cut them off
Maybe i'm just overthinking i cant handle
nothing left to say
I have just been honest this is your price to pay
You took all as gospel, from your so called friends
See how quick they leave you when
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