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Don't afraid to be yourself
You know I, I struggled like that
My whole life I struggled being me
At the end of the day
It's just simply, being yourself
Cause you're better than that
Now I could never understand that I'm more of a man
If I give you all of my trust, take it out like it's crust
But I, see you got a heart in you like I'm here to starve with you
Take it out my stub like I hit my toe in the car
Steer you around town the venue
It's close by, baby girl I ain't like those by the other side of the street
Knowing damn well I could've had a stroller in a car seat
Like having a kid this age we ain't got shit to give em
I'm tryna roll in my ride but my shirt might fit em
I'm just tryna understand myself, always tryna stand my shelf
Everything I talk under the weather when I stan myself
I feel my clothes all tight
When I roll all nice in the city all night
I get home I just feel embraced in
Always in my mind gets me sick in the face but I keep on going
Always on my phone recording all night
2014 blasting Red Lights
Looking at the stars while we rhyming for fun
We back home, we back home
Sketched out when somebody don't seem right
Cruising round town bumping Headlights
Screaming in our cars at the top of our lungs
We back home, we back home
See this music helps me cope with this life shit
It's like us dudes can't show emotion cause we'll get shut down and shit
Ten years from now we'll be listening to music different
By then who knows how rigorous shit would be
I still imagine about times I could've done different
Change a part of my life so I can be better with myself
But life ain't work like that, no bars ain't work like that
I see this high school relationships and just, thinking
Old school love will never be a thing
It's all in the past maybe some other people practice it
Somewhere in the world that I ain't gon' see
It's either get off your ass or you'll live in the street
Some people call me rich but I had my shit stolen on my fucking street
Can't leave my trunk open without my neighbors itching for a treat
I work hard for my shit, I never let a person bring me down
And no other person can bring me down
Always on my phone recording all night
2014 blasting Red Lights
Looking at the stars while we rhyming for fun
We back home, we back home
Sketched out when somebody don't seem right
Cruising round town bumping Headlights
Screaming in our cars at the top of our lungs
We back home, we back home
Back in Vogue I was never surrounded with people I knew
I always was the outcast never watching the newscasts
I couldn't run with my friends, had to go by myself
I never played basketball I had to be the ref
In the second grade I got kicked out of my home room
Had kids who told on me for shit they though was funny
The only thing that gave me happiness was heading home
Having my nana make fideo then I ran outside to roam
I stop, maybe I shouldn't say that
Maybe I shouldn't talk about my past and leave it under the rug
I swear we see dumb shit and we just don't say shit
I guess not speaking up is the way to go, okay do it then
Call it simp shit, nah in my mind it's real shit
We all go through it it's the elephant in the room
Bet you're the same too, I'm the first to admit it
I could sit and argue about it but in the end who's winning
Now in the end who's winning, really?
Always on my phone recording all night
2014 blasting Red Lights
Looking at the stars while we rhyming for fun
We back home, we back home
Sketched out when somebody don't seem right
Cruising round town bumping Headlights
Screaming in our cars at the top of our lungs
I'm back home, I'm back home
Come on Cristian
Go, go, go
Go Cristian go, go
Go Cristian go go
Go huero go
Go Cristian go, go
Go Cristian go
Yeah Cristian
Vogue Ave
I'm finally back home

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