Lyrics:
old memories
Of younger days a world to gaze
And all the ways I just lost track
Emptiness has gripped its sweet claws
Into every corner of my neck
This is how the story went
I met someone by accident
It blew me away
Blew me away
It was in the darkest of my days
When you took my sorrow
on a roll
Hit that gas
And we head back home
The flow is so better
I sound just like madvillian
I'm gettin the cheddar
Then run off adrenaline
Drop all
my salary
Back then I was having crushes on my calories
Now I'm changing all the way to get the best of me
I'm in videoshoots and I'm wearing my
all of my poise
And
All the fucking pills bring side effects and these noises
Now I'm feeling trapped by all of these fucking voices
I can't find
I'm the kind of brother
Who been doing it my way, getting my way for years
In my career
And every lover
In and out my life, I've hit, love
thousand grand
To never grow old like "damn, I think I might just Peter Pan"
Not a fan, of your little baby shit, bro
Say you got a crib bro, but nah that's
Another night, another flight
And in the morning I’m gone from all of this
I suppose, I’m going home
Though I don’t know that I know where home is
I work hard, never play
Work my ass off every day
Why you think I move to LA
You bitches know I'm here to stay
I ain't fucking with no Peter Pan
You
glasses no longer are we sober
October, my birthday when's yours?
She said it was in May and by the way I'm a Taurus
Pour us two more glass of Aleza,
passing me by
I don't know what will bring me back to you
I lost my ways when you left me behind
Back against the walls left with nothing to try
I'm losing
and dance
And find a way to run away with her heart
In the back of an old Ford truck
In the bar just lookin' for love
In a pair of oh my blue eyes
Let
one more day
My first experience with loss
Brought the first time I performed
I'll be missing you by Diddy
I was like seven years old
My grandfather,
I'm coming back to you
I've lived too long already
Though I'm only thirty-two
My hands are no longer steady
And I feel as old as you
Some people try
Called my shot when I’m left with the eight
My time’s now I ain’t gonna be late
I don’t wanna be good
Nigga Ima be great
Way back
Before they ever took my
home, you're like a dream come true
But if by chance you're here alone
Can I have a moment before you go?
'Cause I've been by myself all night long
the queue home (Wrap his ass)
Focused on rap bout to change my whole life with this shit
If you knew better you wouldn't do wrong (Naw)
By me I feel like I'm
old steps
My projects that I made back do playback
I know
It ain't easy to see the frame when you in the picture
Kamikaze on these haters I'm a karma
back home
The people still be thinking i'm the labor
Fuck em tho
Cause we know i'm out here making paper
I know i'm fat
But thats cause i eat pussy for
These substances trippin me out
I was locked in
I'm back outside
Tryna make my way back to the house
I'm with a pretty girl
Who more sober than me
and have you feeling my pain
Seen a lot of hard times on the way to success
When I'm mad writing a rhyme is my way to express
Lay back and fall deep in
on a tray
19 years old i’m on a mission, so get up out my way
I ain’t getting younger so it’s time to go, andale
Hit a jay then run a beat, I change
seen my family in way too long
Been barely getting by
I'll make it back to my house, even if it kills me
I'm driving through the night
I’m going home
magazines say I'm in
I don't really give a fuck
DC loving ya
I don't want it on my back
And they label me king you can kindly take it back
I don't want no
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