Lyrics:
You are still a young boy
Playing with thick smoke screens
Telling me what to say
What to do, how to think, how to breathe
You are not a young boy
When I looked into Your eyes
I felt the end of all my time
I felt black and white reverse
And saw an army of bluebirds
Then the bluebirds flew away
I
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know
my shirt
Right now the color lack
Where my keys where my phone
Where my marbles last
Left my wallet in my jacket
Only time my leather fat
White shoes
It's all on me, I do my dirt on my lonely
See most niggas fake and phoney
How my child gon eat?
Me and my dog riding on me
My mom kick me out
myself go and then go more
I’ll take my belongings and return my key
By the time that you read this I’m gone and you’ll be be rid of me
To walk away is
while you worry bout me
At the top of the charts is where you know that I'll be
I got the streets on lock and I'm insertin my key
I got the game
Question your magnificence
As she throws the hopes in the pond
Says boy you know you'll do well
And she falls no words left to tell
Dangle my keys in front
stay by myself on my couch
So I'm good on my lonely
You don't have to know me
I'm not here for drama I'm just trying to keep it low-key
Stay up out my
feet)
My lonely days are gone (My lonely days are)
I'm starting with the Man In The Mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
(No no no no no)
No message
not legal people
I ain't need a reason
Trap OD OD
My trap needed me
I'm the trap savior
This not black label
Sat by black table
I got black angels
Seen
MTV with Kurt Lod'
With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks
Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle
You the type of niggas puffin in
ejaculated
Did it by myself, no help like I masturbated
They say I’m soft, well, fuck
I’ll get castrated
Sell my balls to one of you
Haters who can’t make
Wake up boy there is nobody by your side on the road
Your feelings are numb believe me boy I've been there before
Be positive, let negative thoughts
just blow my guy
I'm so paid I'm so fly
Your baby daddy disrespect me black his eye, that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowin' circles in the air,
to fly by on my black Yamaha, that's winging
Some man do the crime and talk but that's singing
Not many man have been in the wars that I've been in
I
oh, oh, oh
Midnight Club can't help but to speed
I can't remember where I left keys
I don't know why this hoe wanna
Hide my keys cause she lonely
Gran
Amy
Post turbo, bout to get that bitch painty
Lucky Luciana a.k.a. Piano man, used to play with keys
3 or 4 peas, purpose sack luch, oxis
These ol'
Kids into heroin not yet full grown
Typists and usherettes, black men who can't forget
The lonely who long for Persons unknown
Closet idealists,
slowly like you see the leaf going
I become unraveled and my heart beats slow
Thinking bout the heroes and the legends I know
The top so lonely that's just
bout his date of release, she hate the police
But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her
Her father's a political prisoner, Free Fred
Son
but just give my chance on the mic
Open the, open the, open the, open the, open the, open the
Open the safe with no key, it's easier than battlin' me
a stove is
Pull out my kids
On her ribs like it's lotion
Fits make em sick
What it is call it COVID
Big money shit
With a crib by the ocean
Low-key bouncer
a little closer beyond the white
Oooh its lonely
Waiting by the lamp post for the carriage to the ancient world to come.
There was no need for me to dream
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