Lyrics:
Earth is my planet
This where I was planted
Hard like some granite
This where I'ma parish
Try not to panic
My life is outlandish
Don't take me too
Anxiety, this ones a little tricky. Anxiety is a manifestation within the mind
Described as an immense feeling of discomfort, panic, unease
It
Woke up this morning, can't shake the thunder from last night
You left with no warning and took the summer from my life
I gave you my everything,
Tired of just getting by
Way I'm living, I been this whole life, oh
Wake through the night
The way I balance out the lows
Hope I don't die, I'm
this for the neck
Cop me a chain and go glisten my neck
And if she don't listen she dead to me
Both of my wrists is wet
Why he actin like he trippin
Hook:
I get to my bag, no distractions,
Ion waste time,
And I stay out my bag, f**k the past,
This is game time!
People always hatin' Ion care,
Spike Lee
Wake up
Yeah, word
(Do you know, where you're goin' to) Yes
(Do you like the things that life is showin' you)
Uh, industry uh
Gangsta took you to war
Off wit yo head G
Don't ever underestimate
The 40 is off
Then you roll down for murder
And my game is cold
Situation bout this
me that he can make things right
I take his inverted symbol of everlasting life
And brand it on his flesh, in between his eyes
This is a cold
the favorite tunes
And back by the bar playing cards looking hard
Was big bad Solomon Jones
And watching over his luck
Was the love of his life
Is the lady that
A trail led by flames
Smell the smoke as it calls out for you
This is your story told to be true
Ugh
Your ashes are hollow you're not even a shadow
Sunlight
a little girl
Mistakes are coming and going away
The past that is following me till today
My today, yesterday, they are different ways
All this life is
like wasting my time
Is this the end of the line?
Cause I can't help thinking
Life has passed me by
I know I'm a cynic and a moaner
But did I peak in
standing by now I'm giant, jacked my life up crash was violent
It's gone and back
You've always got my back
Since the days in the sixth grade always had my
as your last transaction
Funny style, and these niggas ain't laughin'
Y'all got it all fucked up in zero-zero (yeah)
Think life is a video for "Last
Ayo, dawg
I got some shit on my motherfucking chest that
I need to get off 'cause
If I don't
I'ma fucking explode or somethin'
Now look
This is
foolish
People say I'm blinded by faith
But if I run out of air
If I crash, I don't care
I'm gonna do it my way
I can make it through this
You can
on Oprah
That's just me
Nothin phony, don't hate on me
What you get is what you see
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny
you and your tired-ass bow down to my ass
I shit on a kid want to vic wanted KITT
What's Slick Rick, this one is dead
Life's finished, this rapper
knees, fuck the police
Picture youself wakin' up in the mornin'
Not even yawnin' or stretchin'
Just stressin', life is depressin'
Mirror reflectin' all my
I ain't the nigga to fuck with
This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick
Young money man we got this shit by a land slide
Boy I send
of the road baby
This life gon' drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon' take me
Where the fuck my gangsta's
Give it to me raw, that shimmy-shimmy, all that
Brand new Ford Mach, this is what you call that
You don't see that caution tape? Nigga better fall
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
Damn G the spot's
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