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I'm exhausted

Numbin' the pain with the drugs
Gettin' bit up by these bugs, ay
My mind's a basement that's flooded
Feelin' it all in my gut, ay
I just

This is my world
Welcome to it
Embrace the cold weather step into it
I got no agenda 
I just dont surrender to what people think i should be doin

Life/A constant hustle/And a constant struggle
But a struggle ordained by God
Whom God bless no man shall curse
For it is written: "The righteous

to him, that's not a rental (no, it's not a rental)
Yeah, the Bread of Life is guiding me just like I'm Gretel
But I'm in the furnace for a meeting with

niggas ain't coming in
I keep it loaded like buffering
I got a play for my niggas
I ran it by em and we huddling
I gotta double it
Upin the score now

hearing screams
Can't forget a thing you said, always haunts me in my dreams
I'm an asshole, that's just how it feels, baby
Sucked into a black hole, got my

I held on for far too long
I fell for your siren's song
She took my heart and left me to die
Don't know where to start, forgot how to cry
I thought I

the money be the mission

Poppin' jiggers by himself, just to get a lil' rhythm
Then like 30 minutes later, he like, damn, that's a hitter
Had to stop his

“I'm No Hank Williams” by Corey Smith from the CD “Hard-Headed Fool”

I got a foot in the door, and one in the rain
I'm standing on the threshold

the ladies love best
Got a Patreon I hope you invest
Never embarrassed by what I express
I just hope I can keep your interest
As I keep up, beat this beat up

severe and u wished that it departed
I know sometimes you feel the pain is way more than the glory
What happened to not letting go
What happened to just

another man loves it but all of thats me
She used to bottle her problems with no where to go, and i knew she'd be running to me
Yeah
Used to sit by as i rap

to them
I've gone dumb
What can I say
Yes I have
Right here on this song
Anticipate
Resent to linger
In any room
Doomed to
Be graced
By a face
Or two
That

like a ceiling fan
Big moves, big plans
I got big bands
I don’t do it for the gram
I just do it for the fam
Man I get it by the gram
I don’t give a damn

on the grind I could never stop like Tony Hawk
I'm in the booth when it get dark
I hopped in that water just as a bait
I came out that bitch looking like a shark

I keep hearing it's just a matter of time 
Losing my mind, woah 
Part of me might never come back 
Trapped by all o these ghosts I left here in

the real me
And I try so hard, motherfuckers can't see me
Got them bitches mad, play my songs, put me on TV
I just thank whoever, for whatever they done did

missed by a yard
Got more bodies than bracelets got charms
We walk down hop fences and cars
One false move and he gone see the stars
Fixing to be like

bitch she be drowning
You doubted
You doubted
You doubted
You doubted
Gotta prove to these niggas I’m really about it
It kinda just keeps me going to know

Transcend the physical, spiritual individual
Faith followed by works so we’re healing them with the syllables
Third eye visual teaching mystical

the side of my nose
She beggin' for Puffy, I'm hittin' up Brent for the rec
While the bitch is reciting my song
We might get along
But give me a second, I'm

massaging me
Front window down
Rapping my songs so they know it's me
My granny in the sky
In her rocking chair I know she holding me
In reality I'm by myself

to get slayed
We just gon' pray for all the slimy bitches
Disguised by a pretty face but really she's a super villain (Super villain)
She's a super villain

sounds like I just got hit up in the curb
And I don't want some Smoke, cuz I don't want some Purpp
Bro went on Westwood, everyone saying, "Ugh"
Yeah, yeah,