Lyrics:
partied nights with the a-list
I write this alone in Vegas
Remember nights when my team blew it all on the tables
I write this alone in Vegas
I'm the only
enemy by design
By the signs
But shit you should’ve learned over time
Weather I’m joggin or I’m shopping or I’m off in my zone
That don’t mean I don’t get
sadly by a chosen few... you
April 2-0-2-9 the final time
The end my friend in not near the hour in fact is quite here
When the moon becomes red to guide
me shiver
Makes my live passes by
What have I done
Where have I been
Where have I been
A pain in my nose
I taste blood
Where is my home
I
asked me
What did I do with my live
I would say, I spent it with you
Live up, it's okay, live up, it's alright
If I wake up in World War III (if
you get is the love you live
Do you think of me when you're on your own
There in my arms while the home fires burn
An all we got is this telephone wire
I've been living without a love to call my own
Trying to get by in a cold and empty home
No one to turn to when the darkness falls on me
To live
with me, but the most of the time you gone.
Yes, sometimes you with me, but most of the time you gone.
I can't say you my wife, ‘cause you live in
inside this home
Can't do this on my own
I'm going crazy in this home, lord
Life is really hard
Will I live to see tomorrow?
I got that social anxiety
Poor
the whole crew fuck
But I'm goin' back home on a Monday
Had to do a hundred on the one way
My side bitch said she finna pull up
Well good luck, wifey go
fucking us over
Like we a terroristic threat, the ghetto covered in soldiers
Fear my only chance to live is with my hand on the trigger
Way they did
free
I'ma trust in the bible prophecy
Thanking my God for being my king
Live out my life unselfishly
Praise Him everyday for everything
Thank Him
Cruising finna just make it home
My infinity made a song
Finna rewake em
Minimal angles
Angels gone by them ancient roads
Cruising finna just make
the hustlin on the corner
(love these thug niggas ya heard me)
Know what I'm sayin makin it happen
Niggas in the rap game changin their lives
Silkk,
chest
these are men Americas best
one hundred men will test today but
only three win the Green Beret
trained to live off natures land
trained in combat
under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it
By the time you read this letter
Your head gon' fly off your shoulder for lying
And I'm a be in bed
by the corner of my eye
I forgot what it felt like to be in my home
Oh the warmth the love in this car is no lie
Why was I chosen to live this
This is the story of a runaway
With no way home and no way out
I threw the best of me away
I had my chance, it's too late now
Too far gone
(I'm just tryin' to get it 'fore I go) (Huh, nigga, what?)
Always live the street life,
Never knew how to treat life
Knew once I get my shit right,
think I'm bout to die
The enemy is creepin up and fuckin off my high
A nigga hit the 5th and makes it home in desperation
Wipe the sweat, hold my chest,
And I can't live
Without you by my side
One long road
Is taking me to nowhere
Ironically it's Meade by me
But I have no guarantee
Each single step
I
My family tree been on the run
Chased by vampires, raised on a blunt
My roof's been tossed into the wind
Can never go back home again
In my
So here she's actin' happy inside her handsome home
And me, I'm flyin' in my taxi, takin' tips and gettin' stoned
I got into town a little early
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