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She got colder
As she got older
I ain't judging her
I'm just saying my piece
And she feels tired
Of what she hides behind
And she told me so
With a face I'd never seen

He feels cheated
Like his soul is gone
He talks with god at times
When anger burns away his eyes
He did some prison time
When he was twenty two
His drinking killed a man
And he often hears his cries

Remember when we were young
The world was still so bright and pure
And we never got cold
Now a candle in a heavy wind
We keep holding on
To what we think we were

She don't sleep much
She waits up for the stars
Drinking coffee black
At the table alone
She shoots nine ball
At Lefty's Tavern
Leaves out with different men
Who have her fathers eyes

Innocence
Recompense
I ain't seen myself in the light in quite some time
And find me hopefulness
Find me anything
To mend my wounds and wash away my mind
And we keep going down a road
And we can't quite seem to recognize
Why dead eyes won't glow
And though we've been here before
We keep drifting 10 years back
Just fighting off the rains

He's been 10 years
Out from Branchville now
But he's still held down
Like when they came in the night
He keeps these secrets
From his wife and kids
If he reveals himself
Will they love him as he is

So find me innocence
Find me recompense
I ain't seen myself in the light in quite some time
And find me hopefulness
Find me anything
To mend my wounds and wash away my mind
And we keep going down a road
And we can't quite seem to recognize
Why dead eyes won't glow
And though we've been here before
We keep drifting 10 years back Just fighting off the rains

Niggas wanna know where I been at man, hold up nigga
Ay ay ay
See I've been outta pocket, Omnipotent
Off the block but the hottest topic
With a stock of pocket rockets
Branchville sticks shoutout to Bobta
Wisdom body got her matcha
We spinning blocks like helicopters
She up and down just how the stocks is
Experience be out of body
Godly Godly, moving with my akhi akhi's
Hit 'em with the proxy proxy, nigga we finna red dot 'em
Spot'em got'em then he done dropped we mopped him
Brodie said dude is an opp, I'm peeping the spot and then responded "copy"
We living to bask at the top we on that la-di-da-di
Fuck all of the opps I know that they ain't finna pop off
If you gon make the drop okay, don't make it hot as hot sauce
Been dropping toxins in my body it feel like ima nod off
If we get caught w dirty profits fuck it pay the cops off
Nigga claim that he al dente but he's not he's just a good noodle
Me and my niggas make headway anything we say we gon do we do it
I'm living to flood all the airways y'all gon hear about me get used to it
I'm not showing love this shit deady, I'm the type to buss moves and shoot cupid
Since I've had that juice I've just been dreaming stupid lucid
Man these demons ruthless but they seem to be conducive
Niggas speak they truth I feel like asking where the proof is
If he cant tell me shit then i know that nigga is useless
Yeah I make her cream but its not topical
Pussy on steam yeah the heat is tropical
You out my league, we weave, we bopping you
Despite some reprieves we lead, astonishing
Clock in to speak bout me, I'm profiting
Niggas ain't me cant reach my doppler
Not off a bean I wreak of ganjala
Suck the life out of me that mouth on Dracula, its spectacular
Piss on you niggas like catheter and I just know it hurts
Fasted the block now these niggas is shot and they hitting up JAH like "whats the word?"