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brighter days
by Jomie
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I can't find the motive to wake in the morning
And be so productive the way that you do
I'd rather smoke 'til my lungs prolly blow up
The way that my music will hopefully do
I know the world as you know it
Is heavy, it's harder to grasp
Sometimes you fall, sometimes you crash
Stand up and notice you're back on your ass
See, I hate the shit that I'm living in
Got a bitch and she claim that she innocent
When I pull up and show her the evidence
Yeah, I'll be the one inconsiderate
And lately I just wanna finish shit
Finna stomp you get blood on my Timberlands
Love my city but hate who I share it with
Got no feelings 'cus nobody felt the kid
Now I'm too okay on my own
Rather be out on the streets than my home
Rather be rollin' up gettin' some dome
Look in my eyes when you say you want smoke
I feel the energy, really you don't
Toolie on temple like I'm finna blow
I need that ice that resemble my soul
'Cus I know there's people who think that I won't
See, I hate the shit that I'm living in
Got a bitch and she claim that she innocent
When I pull up and show her the evidence
Yeah, I'll be the one inconsiderate
And lately, I just wanna finish shit
Finna stomp you get blood on my Timberlands
Love my city but hate who I share it with
Got no feelings 'cus nobody felt the kid
Now I'm too okay on my own
Rather be out on the streets than my home
Rather be rollin' up gettin' some dome
Look in my eyes when you say you want smoke
I feel the energy, really you don't
Toolie on temple like I'm finna blow
I need that ice that resemble my soul
'Cus I know there's people who think that I won't
See, I hate the shit that I'm living in
Got a bitch and she claim that she innocent
When I pull up and show her the evidence
Yeah, I'll be the one inconsiderate
And sometimes I just wanna finish shit
Finna stomp you get blood on my Timberlands
Love my city but hate who I share it with
Got no feelings 'cus nobody felt the kid
Now I'm too okay on my own
Rather be out on the streets than my home
Rather be rollin' up gettin' some dome
Look in my eyes when you say you want smoke
I feel the energy, really you don't
Toolie on temple like I'm finna blow
I need that ice that resemble my soul
'Cus I know there's people who think that I won't
I can't find the motive to wake in the morning
And be so productive the way that you do
I'd rather smoke 'til my lungs prolly blow up
The way that my music will hopefully do
I know the world as you know it
Is heavy, it's harder to grasp
Sometimes you fall, sometimes you crash
Stand up and notice you're back on your ass
See, I hate the shit that I'm living in
Got a bitch and she claim that she innocent
When I pull up and show her the evidence
Yeah, I'll be the one inconsiderate
And lately I just wanna finish shit
Finna stomp you get blood on my Timberlands
Love my city but hate who I share it with
Got no feelings 'cus nobody felt the kid
Now I'm too okay on my own
Rather be out on the streets than my home
Rather be rollin' up gettin' some dome
Look in my eyes when you say you want smoke
I feel the energy, really you don't
Toolie on temple like I'm finna blow
I need that ice that resemble my soul
'Cus I know there's people who think that I won't
See, I hate the shit that I'm living in
Got a bitch and she claim that she innocent
When I pull up and show her the evidence
Yeah, I'll be the one inconsiderate
And lately, I just wanna finish shit
Finna stomp you get blood on my Timberlands
Love my city but hate who I share it with
Got no feelings 'cus nobody felt the kid
Now I'm too okay on my own
Rather be out on the streets than my home
Rather be rollin' up gettin' some dome
Look in my eyes when you say you want smoke
I feel the energy, really you don't
Toolie on temple like I'm finna blow
I need that ice that resemble my soul
'Cus I know there's people who think that I won't
See, I hate the shit that I'm living in
Got a bitch and she claim that she innocent
When I pull up and show her the evidence
Yeah, I'll be the one inconsiderate
And sometimes I just wanna finish shit
Finna stomp you get blood on my Timberlands
Love my city but hate who I share it with
Got no feelings 'cus nobody felt the kid
Now I'm too okay on my own
Rather be out on the streets than my home
Rather be rollin' up gettin' some dome
Look in my eyes when you say you want smoke
I feel the energy, really you don't
Toolie on temple like I'm finna blow
I need that ice that resemble my soul
'Cus I know there's people who think that I won't
