Lyrics:
A way out this pile of meetings
Why Do I feel like my heart is bleeding?
THIS MAKES NO SENSE
WHY DO I FEEL SO BAD
I SHOULD BE THERE FOR YOU
CRAZY HOW
about to put a ring on it
VVS s spend bands on it
Instead you was creeping around
Meeting some dude at the tele downtown
Lately been having some doubts
It
sick molting and beating, confused? Oh yes. The people there she wasn't meeting
Were they kept away or were they kept as slaves, racking checks loudly
over fields of forgotten memories
Looking over fields of forgotten rhymes
Meeting all the sense of protected vows
That was given long ago
Looking over
like ain't no sense in hesitating
Sex for breakfast forget the eggs and the bacon
Leave you shakin', wishing I could be your man
In the park
broken
And your spirit is dead
And you hope against hope
That it's a bad dream you had
About a meeting with Elvis
At the back of the store
You're
From meeting Batman (As a kid)
To the ‘physically robbing (As an adult)
Mother fucker tell me that you’re starving
Tell me you would rather kill people
Big drip big pimp, you sick simps
Boss moves long been my sixth sense
Quick talk dimwit no bitch fits
I'm on strictly some big shit
Get rich get
thoughts again
you never even realized that you hurt me without
even meeting
my innocent heart
i'm playing with these promises
don't make any sense
and i
I'm meeting someone new
Who's gonna make the move
Must dress up the best that I can for you
I've gotta act cool
No one knows that we're meeting
For
peers
They witnessed ritual meetings that in hindsight were pretty weird
Maybe you're right, in a sense at least, the doctor would concede
A man of your
a vessel leaking out
Never timed it any worse
Meeting only to disperse
Afraid to drift without
But every loss goes hand in hand
With the one you hadn't
that you did me wrong
Imagine meeting someone, convince yourself you love em
Then they show their true colors and it's fuck em
Roll me weed then smoke
shoulder
When I told her you should to hit the pole
She could sense a soldier in me
Told her I'm a general
This is Simmie on the track
And you know he be
I get a feeling inside
Something I cannot hide
I never felt so strange
Senses all rearranged
And I fall to my knees
And I beg pretty please
I'm so self-conscious
Think I messed it up
Oh, you don't have to tell me if
You're meeting up with someone else
Yeah
'Cause that would really break my
we do so
Meeting someone else in the middle of the space
Cause we are missing a reason to live
We are missing a reason to fight
We are missing
fighting
And oh, the way you had a hand
Damn near drove me crazy, drove me crazy
And oh, time that we spent didn't make sense
You still had it, you
consequence
One love is all that makes sense
One hopes there'll be a way
One peers into the distance
One thinks that come what may
One love will be
it made sense for him to drive
So cut to like 7 and a half hours later
I pull over in this emergency lane
And right as I'm opening the door
attributed to
His prison sentence: his
Months behind bars only added to
The sense of anticipation and
Aura surrounding his music and
Also helped to clarify, in
very delicate
Sense look, I'm a realist, or at least
I fancy myself one just as I
Believe that religion doesn't always work
So do I feel that
Disarmament
Common sense, it's not so common anymore
And it's irrelevant, but I'm making the best of it
Since I was a kid I always wanted the best for me
Lately,
Baby Lately I can’t even catch my breath with you
Baby Lately I cant even make some sense for you
We’re moving fast (fast)
Right from a jog
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