Lyrics:
There was a day when I could say
That I’ll be alright
But I’m not alright today
There was a time when I could find
You right by my side
But You’re
remember that day
The purple hoodie that you're wearing
And the smile up on your face
Your hair was flowing in the air
As you were sitting by my side
You
SAID ABOUT ZAY
WHEN I HOPPED ON THE SCENE
AND STARTED BLOWING UP LIKE JULY 4TH
THEY WANT ME DEAD BY DAYLIGHT
SO I GOTTA MAKE SURE DAT THAT 3RD HOOK
of blamin' and assumptions
I know that I'm talkin' to her
Way more than I really should
She just hit my phone at 3AM like baby
Are you good?
Told myself that
Growing up to neighbors cooking meth
Drug raids for days
My klan killa like gamma rays
Never distribute where the heads
In your family lay
Hookers walking
faithful day
The story of the moon and how it flies
‘Ey, check it out yo yo remove the horns
This troubadour will separate
Himself from you when you're
Check this out
That's what I ain't gon' do
Ride three gold thangs with one hubcap in white?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Meet at the club
Shit, I ain't gon' say this the last level, but we gettin' there
This the next level, next chapter, the New Testament, Bin Reaper 3
It ain't much
for growth to show up and for hope to manifest
3 A.M.? I'm awaiting awake to hand me rest
Fate to send caress and a face that I can feel
With weight
fanin my face, others give me grapes
By the grace of God, I was given the job
To run through the rap game like corn on the cob
So blessed in my test, I
to relatives, I had to start from the basics
Just don't take it over God, that's when you makin' those statements
Know we live by the code, rock the finest
scattered like scared birds
By 3a.m. they were pidgeons
With drinking problems and bad luck
On god's front porch
Where the wind
Is dense with insects
the booth in a stupor
That's your dog? Call him, or we're meetin' is [?]
I try to put all of my trouble-makin' days behind me
But it seem like them fuckers
is it live or Memorex, with lies
Scared to use intelligence, your methods are irrelevant
Home writin poems, the wrong niggaz touched
the micraphone
fillable but still you run away when you're scared
No words, are gonna change your mind in time if you don't care.
I've seen the lightening strike me
They should listen, is it live or Memorex, with lies
Scared to use intelligence, your methods are irrelevant
Home writin' poems, the wrong niggaz
Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale
by this industry I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail
You can hate me, but await me like
kids
If you’re sick then I should be
Diagnosed with three days to live
You slip I kidnap you and
Give you a mean death
Beat you with your Blackberry till
scared no more
Man I never been the one to be alone
All my friends are always hittin' up my phone
Everyday is spent with everybody, never on my own
But
I'll tell you so
That the blue between us never felt so cold
And I miss the folk singers from the days of old
When a three-chord song could save your
them charges
She said I beat her bad, I took her by her feet and dragged
To this day I don't believe that fact
Can't see her bein heated and desertin
like I represent for Texas
And who this nigga talking down on Dirty South, niggaz rapping reckless
Scared took him out of the hotel, 'cause when Ro
soldier
About face for a TRU salute, to my tank dogs
Y'all scared to bust, niggas duck, 'cause we ain't sure
So don't flip me, 'cause you'll end up empty
you back on deck
now I know you on parole but don't be scared
this time we be prepared
fuck the feds don't say shit to your broad
Keep your dope
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