Lyrics:
not here
But maybe as a critic, I'm a little too hard on myself
I leave reviews way too soon without taking it in
For all that it is
And maybe it's
i'm hurting
Like it makes you nervous - it's your fault
I'll drive extra miles i know my old car can't afford
So that i don't ever have to pass by
Yea
Man, I'm about to drop an album (Yea yea)
Don't worry about these niggas or the outcome
Yea
Hanging with my dogs, we all alphas but
We never
a mangaka, don't try and spin the narrative
Too passionate to be a pacifist
I'm passing by all of these passive kids
The catalyst to make you stop your yapping
simply instruction
But let me demonstrate it
Cause really I shouldn't have to show the shit
That's self explained
Talking why you think I say I'm destined
What I look like going live
When no one cares I'm alive
The heartache I hold inside
Is gonna eat me alive
Y'all never help me out once
Yet I
I'm a get money apostle
C-notes is the gospel
No squares in the circle but we whippin a waffle
Cook a baby let the block know it's up for adoption
We
your nose running
Leave you know money, Just pay me all hundreds
Studio Sunday a album by Monday
Capo want gun play might slide down your one way
Need
the stress.. That's...
Just one day; by the time the next;
Day's started, I might mind slightly less..
If my eyes are red you know I'm high or.. vexed!
I Feel
drinkin' muddy
It was in your best interest but now it's fuck him cause it's funny
I said 'fuck it' to her love and I replaced my heart with iron
I'm
Close to your heart like a necklace
In private events, Kevin Liles and John Gotti
Trey Songz and even Trey’s mom what a party
This the life that I’m livin
but this ain't me (yeah)
I pour my heart out to the mic, ain't tryna tweet
I don't need no hook 'cause I know the vision ain't gon' see it
'Bout
[Chorus - K-Os] - 2X
Hey, it's the same once again
Microphones fully loaded and friends
Funny I try to make this end
But it seems I'm returnin'
Like my mind and heart
It might make me soft
But I know the cost
So I'm paying with my love
For the souls that's lost
In this rap game
Full of deafness
can't breathe
By feelings of uncertainty
Things that constantly worry me
Will I ever be free
Will I ever be huh free
I'm pretty sure his marriage is in
Plus we promised both our mommas that we would
You know if we break that promise, it'll break they little hearts
Let's get this album out, and try
those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad
gone make it out this struggle one, I'm sayin one day
Motivated by those who doubted I made it
I got love for the people who saw the album and played
'Cause my heart is in the future
And I know where I belong, it just takes time
Fast forward, now I'm twenty-two
Half a million after taxes
Just to make
lane
Young fans say "Craft got the message"
Haters say I’m affirmative action but
I ain't even stressin
Cause I been told "You’re the
Man" by a couple
a class by myself
So I asked no one for help
So he can cheat on the test
I would just beat on my desk
A couple albums later - the
Youth fountain found favor
break up the pieces and does the best decide
Hit ya with that pesticide
I keep ya man, ya milli' - legacy loaded by my side
I'm killin' these wise guys
E-A-T
From the 815 where the gray old sky
Used to cage my mind now we breaking free
Hate what I be, you'll be angry to see
Never changing up me, I'm not
cause here comes the reaper
Brain tell me this and my heart tell me that
Sort out the truth I want the facts
I wanna feel again so I'm praying for hope
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