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FIND ME
by n.ceffy
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Find him
Running in
Running in place
Who's gonna find him
Will he be flying
Yo
If I sob on a sob story
Then the page dissolves with me
If I call cause the job's boring
Will you come through
When the clouds pouring
Boy I ain't snoring
Not when all these thoughts
Shine like cities
That need touring
Can't help exploring
On my third cycle in the last minute
Like the park spinning
Feel like winning big is really winning small
Do most my homies even care at all
What good is standing tall
If no one's there to stop the fall
Guess I just relearn to crawl
If I smile
And the shots blurry
Then I prolly ain't have it in me
Worried how I'm living
Always in the kitchen
Cooking with ambition
Tryna fit my vision
That nine to cinco fucking up my style
Stuff it in the pile
Haven't been free in awhile
But I got that green on the dial
Question is if it's my trial
That bed looking comfy as hell
But in it I feel fucking vile
The managers wishing me well
Hoping I stay on their files
But I wanna move by the mile
That twenty one
Coming up soon
Still got plenty of shit to do
Still got plenty of shit to lose
I bought shelter
I got a girl
I gotta help her
Down in the bunker
For when that kid go boom
That was bout a year back then
Boutta be two
Boutta be three
Boutta be
If I sob on a sob story then the page dissolves with me
Who's gonna find him
Will he be flying
Find him
Running in
Running in place
Who's gonna find him
Will he be flying
Yo
If I sob on a sob story
Then the page dissolves with me
If I call cause the job's boring
Will you come through
When the clouds pouring
Boy I ain't snoring
Not when all these thoughts
Shine like cities
That need touring
Can't help exploring
On my third cycle in the last minute
Like the park spinning
Feel like winning big is really winning small
Do most my homies even care at all
What good is standing tall
If no one's there to stop the fall
Guess I just relearn to crawl
If I smile
And the shots blurry
Then I prolly ain't have it in me
Worried how I'm living
Always in the kitchen
Cooking with ambition
Tryna fit my vision
That nine to cinco fucking up my style
Stuff it in the pile
Haven't been free in awhile
But I got that green on the dial
Question is if it's my trial
That bed looking comfy as hell
But in it I feel fucking vile
The managers wishing me well
Hoping I stay on their files
But I wanna move by the mile
That twenty one
Coming up soon
Still got plenty of shit to do
Still got plenty of shit to lose
I bought shelter
I got a girl
I gotta help her
Down in the bunker
For when that kid go boom
That was bout a year back then
Boutta be two
Boutta be three
Boutta be
If I sob on a sob story then the page dissolves with me
Who's gonna find him
Will he be flying
