Lyrics:
school this my gear now
Just turned twenty seven another year down
Moms texting me right now saying she so proud
Argued round the house neighborhoods
can't even cry no more
After spending my childhood spiraling into dysphoria
By my senior year of high school, I was so jaded
With my mental state
Lake, Parts 1-3
Rise up, my love
See the new sun
You'll find someone
Waiting, prone, in your garden
Right underneath your nose
All these girls in
years old. My father played music.
My mother played music. My five brothers played music, and I had two
sisters played music. And I just bought
arms.
Overwhelmed by my playboy charms
We jumped in the ride rushed to the crib
I ain't gotta explain what we did
Built to last I simply waxed
conversations for self and nobody else
Thinkin' they don't understand my thinkin' when I socialize
I need an angel with me for armor
I need accountability,
wasn't leaving
But now in conversation, I correct myself day to day
I still slip up, an old force of habit
Too many brainwashed years of self
condition
Beauty!
Before I even begin to be haunted by my old familiar devils
Beauty!
for some reason a light wave emitted an uncountable amount of years ago
chair tied in a suburban drinkin' burban
I'm only three and gotta chip Motorola
A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller
Lyin cryin
Obsessed with tragic [unintelligible, 5 syllables] like Eric Clapton
These are my wild years, I'm trying to enjoy the pain
The euphoria of dying
Toxins
Song: That's Real
Artist: Get Money Committee ft Sir Bean & Rozay
I'ma keep it real with ya
Keep it real with me with me my nigga and I'm still with
I've been having war with myself and
Stingy with my heart
Got to be selfish
Yeah
I think I need to have a conversation
Emotions taking over all my health
gat with the white Moncler (Moncler)
AK with a drum with a snare
Louis V boots, just got a pair
Two hoes on my dick tryna share
That lil' chopper sing
recall
Concerned it'self with me
Nothing else at all
Yesterday, the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought
Something new to do
I used my magic age
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts,
on the Book I would follow and look till I found my tombless dead.
For Bill was a dainty kind of cuss, and his mind was mighty sot
On a dinky patch with
aura back
I used to be so fucking confident
But these days, I swear that-"
I don't know my self
I don't know myself no more
It's 3:30 Lesley was
on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight
Just like I did with my old man twenty years too late
Your bread and water's going cold, your hair
music, this my therapy
I put my love into these people and they playing me
Watching days go, I been sitting by myself
I been thinking about my wrongs, ion
the ones
Bet myself and take the plunge
Always power to the people
Faith in Allah, there's no equal
Feel like Kyrie with the needles
Deathrow Records was my
I was 4 years old I wanted a doll But you told me no You made me get a ball I wanted to play With all the girly things You said no way And then you
hood's where I reside
Don't need a passenger
I'm always down to ride
Focus on self no expectation for you muthafuckas
Love to my brothers
Tho we don't
like a skater but I don’t know sick tricks.
Where the fucks my lighter have you seen a pink Bic?
Never give my watch up that’s a rolly with a rick.
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