Lyrics:
another face on the bus
Tappin' my foot, to the beat on the radio
Dreaming bout the mic and the money and the ladies,
Oh mom, I promise I'm gonna be
if I made a mistake leaving my last job
That's a long time to do anything
I never let it define me
Which was fine by me
But now I feel stuck in
When
I'm driving alone
I can hear your voice singing a song
On the radio
And when
I'm falling asleep
I can see your face
Inside my room
You motion
my crutch?
Holdin' me up, helpin' me out
Makin' sure that I stay in touch
Where do I sleep, who do I turn to?
When I be low on my cash
Who am
guess it makes me humbled?
And if I don't have my dreams
I won't see the point in living
And If I have self esteem
Will people hear the words I'm singing
someone I betrayed?
It's a great day in the fall
And the radio's singing down the hall
And I rise to turn it off ?cause all I'm seeing is her face
Age
game?
I got Cheatham tatted on my chest
No jet lag, I'm a jet plane
No TV show promotin' my name
No face plastered, no radio play
But I still make 'em mix
I gotta roll I been stressin I'm confessin I lost control
How many go in my city you pour liquor until it's gone
I'm a gangsta I'm a legend I'm
on sleeping, this ain’t a competition
Driving my sister to school, is by far the best feeling
The birds they’re all singing
Oh the sun starts rising
Driving in
cement-feathered bird
And if you didn't hear, fuck whatevers heard
I think you got the sickness I suggest you get it cured
Caught up in the mix, of a bottle full
on any main stream artist and they ghost writer
Me by myself I'm my own writer
Hard not to sleep when i see your flow tired
I'm so wired
Once the project
Windows down in your Jeep singing harmony
With the radio singer
Long hike but that night we stayed out till three
Drinking by the river
Running
Been high for weeks
Ain't no time for sleep
My mind is Weak
But i'ma still ride the Beat
Kuz i'ma Lyrical Technician
Putting beats into Submission
still
My brains come out of my ball pen for my origin
I put the work in, any predicament
In fact it don't matter to me
The rap Oprah Winfrey with less
Running circles round Ya Favorite Rapper
Do it in my sleep (Snoring)
Turn a fabouls lifestyle into bloody scene
Aint fa The games have a Trick show me
caught up in my mix
I still hit brick licks and I'm good with arithmetic
This game is getting deep and I'm playing for keeps
Contaminating the streets,
Everybody take but say they only want to borrow
While I'm drowning in my anger not a minute left for sorrow
Loyalty and Honor seem like figments
icy, put it in my lean
Like a traffic light, my shooters on green
We gon' spin back to back
Put they block on repeat
Mix the Chrome Hearts with
lil vibes with me we finna make a trilogy
Have em singing in this bitch like I wrote a symphony
Look me in my eyes baby tell me what you see
She said I
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
And a ride or die by my side
Plenty more memories in my life
Things to feel proud of when I sleep
Nah this ain't really how it's supposed to be
Still I go
and punish the people with mess
Fuck you invalidating all my bullshit
Pick and choosing who you like and losing all the rest
Caffeine can't sleep
Losing all
killing us plus we kill us more
My hello is now goodbye
I just wanna testify on how the game can
Cause you to kill ya self before ya die
A purple pig in
my heart
How long will my enemy triumph over me
Look on me and answer, Lord my God
Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death
And my enemy will
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