Lyrics:
they say I'm gonna be best
They say J don't worry and you shouldn't be this stressed
If you use your mind it'll feel like a game of chess
This arm I
not came all this way to lose
Maybe that voice in my head said the truth
What would I see, what would I be
When they bury my body, what would I feel
never sleep
Prey to my god
Feel like a king
Running these tings
It feel like dream
It's all in your mind
It's not what it seems
I found a way
Follow my
at school now your fucking brain starts progressing
To fantasizing about ways you would be taking your life
It took week for your family to even know that you
now
Let's set fire to the lonely night
You're beautiful when you look at me
Let's give love another life
Cause you'll be safe in these arms
Stuck In A Haze
I Been Going
Through A Lot These Days
Thinking Alot
I Be
Smoking Up
Like 3 To 5 Jays
Thanking God For The Day
I Said Fuck
arm
You let that nigga get right in the middle of what we had going on
You got warmer eyes than me
That speckled golden almond seas
But your hands
I sold my soul to the devil today (Around here they tell me I had a hell of a year)
Thought it would help me in some kind of way (Oh, you thought
can I tell you, could I write it in a letter?
Put the words to music, would you hear me if I do?
'Cause sometimes when you hold me and your body drives
through or witnessed
Still you don't want them in your schools or your kitchens
Claiming they're taking the jobs that your missing
Bro
Surely you would do
Why you gotta be so fake?
(Why you be so fake? Fake)
Why your smile be painted on your face?
(Smilin' in my face Face)
Why you even speak my
clocking
Not in the crib, throwing 'round pots and
Nice girl, that's clean, that was raised to cook
Be on the couch chilling, shorts on, reading a book
But I would hate to hate myself
Walking down the alley
Seein junkies wit syringes
In they arm like they playin
Huh
Nurse and doctor
Shout out to my
wanna be best, they're gonna
Be dissed if they don't get from in front-a
All they can go get is me a glass of Moet
A hard time, sip your juice
wanna be best, they're gonna
Be dissed if they don't get from in front-a
All they can go get is me a glass of Moet
A hard time, sip your juice
to the crooks
I don't book a flight
I just fly out the book
I don't give a shit what
Your parents have cooked
I got bigger fish to fry
The way Pan's leaving Hooks
Crush Groove
But who would have knew
These young dudes who used to be fools
Were moved by the wickedness of
The world and no clues
Now taking up they
hate repeatin' myself
Truth been told, I been cheating myself
I deserve way more than be put on the shelf
Influenced by these niggas, wish you would be
live by a real simple philosophy
If you stay grounded watch God keep giving you reasons not to be, can't (lose)
It's not in my plan to (lose), if I
table
The curtains are closed, the cats in the cradle
Who would've thought that a boy like me could come to this
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
It
of your embrace
My world is grey coz it start spinning
And I can't find my way
I seem to split in
I could just pop xans
Ion need a plan
To get rid
understand
I would give it all if I can
But until then, I'm feeling kinda shattered
I care for you all cause my family matters
I don't wanna be this way
these other guys
All these blessings from the sky
Like where do you wanna go
Got me in a matrix, woah
Tell me if you trying to lay low
Double cup, you
ever gonna separate us
From now on we will always be together
Every day and night
Take me in your arms and let me stay with you forever (all night long)
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