Lyrics:
him he ain't real
The motherfuckers hate you when good is how you live
Cus nine days broke is what da streets call real
The same mother fuckers who
to pickin',
'Cause when that bug bites you,
You live with the string.
And if she could just strum a few simple measures
She could make some young man sing.
I'm feeling sick
My depression used to kick in on the days where I would live
On the days where I was happy, on the days where all would fit
But also
weathered soul
It's all a dream in which the only place my father lives
Is in my memories, take me back to Providence
Days are long, the years fly by
By
Days
country child
My country life and my country mind, they all let me live just fine
In this country I really love to call mine
Every day I wake, I know I have
Bible by my bed mama said that I need it
Is there a God sometimes I wonder if I believe it
Do I and if I don't what's the reason
Am I being logical
When my mind is not live I see you there before me
Every night in my mind your face flies by me
Then the morning light comes to bring reality
But
When my mind is not live I see you there before me
Every night in my mind your face flies by me
Then the morning light comes to bring reality
But
It feels like my heart got hit by a truck
Why am I a better artist without you?
Tell me is it better to live without you?
Or are you gonna tell me
In these days of changing ways
so called liberated days
a story comes to mind of a friend of mine
Georgie boy was gay I guess
nothin' more
Oh yeah
In these days of changing ways
So called liberated days
A story comes to mind of a friend of mine
Georgie boy was gay I guess
Nothin'
Oh yeah
In these days of changing ways
So called liberated days
A story comes to mind of a friend of mine
Georgie boy was gay I guess
Nothin'
harmonic just to keep it simple
Basics of my breath only known to my people
Speak in paradox seems to
Sullen minds of feeble
Retrieve the core text
Since the day we met
Babygirl you been stuck on my mind
Come through come and keep me in check
Make sure that I stay on my grind
Me and you we could
chosen lies
Go on the assault and raid her compound
Revenge served cold, now how does that sound?
Every day, yeah I got justice on my mind
Get payback
did wrong
Just when I thought I'd made up my mind
He goes and does something right
Sometimes love it makes you blind
Wish it was as simple
with my chin held high
Look at the window as days fly by
Niggas fly by, when they drive by
Take a deep breath and let out sigh
Gonna live for today,
see
All that release
See you just gotta believe
Already got what you need
'Cause I been here for days
Stuck off in a maze
Mind is like a spaceship
the contrary was claimed
I'd rather sulk alone and not feel so ashamed
I'm not ashamed
To me we're all the same
I'm not ashamed
It's what I live with every day
a day
just for a day just for a day
Just for a day
Can I escape my body
You don't know what
It feels like
To live my life
Haunted by this
Pressure
depression I weren't in my right mind
Presently honouring his death with my life
His death with my life
One day yeah, one day, one day
I know it's kind of far
taste of medicine
Find a break from reality
It is killing me
(It's killing me)
Devil must knock on this door
At least twice a day
I live my days heavily
mind
Comb through my memory for the wholesome days
Tryna move this energy, I don't know which way
Foes and frenemies tried to steal my rays
Fixed up my
of online clout
Perfect people don't become perfect by putting other people down
Take a look
I made do with the hand I drew
Still blows my mind how much I've
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