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broke, yo it ain't no joke
Got me feeling like I should get to you
Arise surprised when you open your eyes
Find yourself confronted by a ghoul
And yo my

and fifteen springs
I had a son, and still it stings
When i remember all the things we did,
Me and my kid.

Simple things like fishing at the lake,
Tiptoeing

Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small

all of them difficult situations? (You don’t know)
When you all alone and they keep telling you to have patience? (By yourself)
But the shit ain’t

feeling scared, just play a tune
There's plenty to choose from
In the music room
One by one the old band pops in
Lonely is not an option

And he he will set

swimming feeling ok
Giving up is like a paradox
Lonely and i don't give a fuck 
Tired of all the problem 
Separate cause i ain't good enough
Bass
Imma go

ready to say I failed not to reach
What I wanted marijuana to calm me down when I'm mad
I feel like I'm falling far in a hole in the dark getting dragged

Yeah, I cause a commotion
Straight to my love cus the floor is all walking
Know Imma star, spotlight is always on me
Feeling for me and I know that you're

some help, call that living on the edge
Caught some feelings for the stress, forgot that shit it's in my past
To be honest, hon, I got this locked, it's

'm smoking on piff with the squad
That shit be so strong it's amazing
I'm with it I'll hit from the back and then dash
I'm feeling like I'm running bases
My

fucker up don't tell me that I wont
Ill shoot this mother fucker up don't tell me that I wont

Now I been feeling real mother fucking wicked
That mean
Next

stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start

some people who just worried bout ya bread
When highs turn to lows
Friends turn to foes
Followin these voices
Down these roads full of ghost
Of things i

up hooptie
Crash into your crib and leave a note signed by yours truly, uh
I'm in my zone, I'm feeling right at home
You stressing over hoes, I

niggas like Popeye
When I walk by my kicks pop eyes 
I got the drums bitch no Popeyes 
Eat competition like pot pies
Back in the days when I got high

Brian got by
And I had a lavish dream
Now I watch Aladdin with the whole tard team
I don't order post mates, my mates post orders
If you don't be

of the plan 
Bottles and models wit sand

Hell cats and Bentleys the plan
Dapper like Dan
Rocking VLone fuck a friend

Cuz I do it all by my lonely 
Hungry

But if you came from my street you'd know that it's not
Ya think I packed in the worst bits
Fact is, so far I ain't even scratchin' the surface
Coz when

nighhhhhht
Wipe my own tears out my eyes, Just me myself by my side
I ain’t feeling none of y’all vibe
They say they love me they lied, I’m sick of all

When I go out!
I'm going all the way in
We bark back like wounded pitbulls off the chain
Stress got me going insane
There no time to regret
Let go

looking starstruck
Whoa, now they see me bout to blow,
N****s left when I was low, so a n**** had to boss up (Ay)
They tried to knock me, I'm still reaching

freedom school and sent  
us to the school of the free so we could learn to 
 
want what we don't want. when the grass is gray,  
or when it's black, when I

a bottle sip it up
Always liquor in yo cup
Smoking green like OU ducks
Shit they shooting, baby duck
Go with feelings in my gut
Didn't get here by no luck

for four Got the wrong taste
They forgot the salt on ya fries
And that kilt ya whole vibe
Like when beats ain't got enough bass
Man you wanna hit home