Lyrics:
there’s no name for it
And I only aim to be paid for it
I be on the Eastside looking out my window
Catch me on the Westside puffing on that indo
I been
way out
Cast away doubt
And if I fall, You know the way back
But hope you'll be there next to me
When I find my way out
Cast away doubt
It's still
finally got my mind straight
Traded in the Prozac for a dime bag, and a mixtape
By the end of 10th grade, Poppi had finally up and left
I stepped out of her
some goals tryna accomplish but to them that ain't matter
If you weren't with me from the start, please just get out the way
It took some time but I done
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say it's "Okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
It's all a dream
Light passing by on the screen
And there's you and I on the beam
Speeding through the universe
Thinking is the best way to travel
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say, "It's okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
pickin' you up (yuh)
I'm on my way and I'm drunk out here, yeah
I'm on my way and I'm drunk right here (let's go)
Walk in, got 'em all starin'
too much though
I know I look funny
Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend
I guess there's just us two"
He
Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man, I said, 'howdy friend'
I guess there's just us two
He screamed a bit and away he flew
Thought I was
an artful dodger
Come cool kind of fool who can slide on by
There's a whole lot of art in sadness
So make it worth your while if you're gonna cry
Let it out
and keep
It close like a fade keep the heater close
It’ll make you run in your parade
Drinkin' 40 out the brew and
Never toast to champagne
A shotgun ride,
reached the age of maturity, he moved to the West Coast
And he fell in love when he got out there to this young girl
And then the inevitable
Became
Some people are just out there in life
And their job is just to be there in your life
Not everyone has a purpose in your life
Not everyone is gonna
that they're for everyone?
Nah, because...
I mean, nothing's for everybody
I don't think there's one thing that's not water or oxygen that's for
I'm with my girl
I took a bus and found that there was no space
And so i got kicked out for the second time
It's Not My Day, it's Not My Day, bad luck
and nothing that's gon' put you in a mood
We probably better off as friends, yeah that's hurts but I'll be cool cause
Cause I got me, is there anybody out there
for your blood
There's a way that seems right to a man
But in the end destroys
I've been distracted by the way of this world
It's hard to hear Gods
lit
Bars for the decade we spit
All of our demons we kill
And there's no stopping us still
Dont wanna settle for minimum wage
The only way is up I pray
the tide
Ups and downs i just adapt with the times.
Mic 2 1 check mic check 1 2
Take it way back for the Old Skool Crew
For the bars there that will make you
My heart isn't dark but it's getting there
Stuck in a hole again, by now should know better
What's the cost of doing what you love?
Oh I want to grow
try to tell me
There's a beacon of hope
But where would I find?
Where would I find that truth?
Now I look around
And try to find out
La la la la la la
the garden pulling weeds out in the summer
I don't know why she just sits there and sighs
Drinking her coffee and the morning sun with her eyes
I could sit
doing something wrong
You've been doing something
You've been doing something wrong
I can tell by the way you smell
And there's grandma and grandpa out
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