Lyrics:
the motto that we're preaching
So, stay for one more season
That's the decision by decree
Some of these rappers inspire me
They show me music is like a diary
stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm
or
Foresee funeral services
Affirmative action pop up on your furnishing
Unfortunate future for us to fly
Free under God’s firmament
Me versus whosever’s dead
on niggas is only gon leave ya smoked
so the only thing left now is toast for these cowards
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit til
on niggas is only gon leave ya smoked
so the only thing left now is toast for these cowards
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit til
Dear my most beloved diary
Summer really sucked
I mean, there was good moments
But why was I sad for so long
I'm not supposed to be depressed during
Insecurity's my only friend
It's like a funeral, where everything I once held deep is dying straight in front of me
So bury me six feet underground, I'll hold
found
More bodies I'm back for more bodies
The competition is a skinny bitch nobody
I'm running and I know's it
That's why I'm so snotty
You little
I'll buck up a trick
And a crooked cop just might get shot
Just for the fuck of it
The policemen are your friends
(but all my niggas say) they're
Here
these moments passing by just like the winter breeze
You were it for me, we can't deny the history
Time we can't get back, so I've been spending mine so
water, covered in cheap perfume
I'm a smart guy, so please sit next to me
The only friends I made, are from middle school
I live in diaries, I live in
dreams deep and for a long time
Ambition is not about me
I will pass my life
By my decision, I tore off my own wings
I thought I'll start my own life
I
of friends and ex's
Letters, postcards, doodles, nothing bad
And then I found some sort of sex diary
And I went to the latest entry
It explicitly detailed
Back to the start born in double 0 living for the dramatics
Skipping school no friends so I try to make my music classics (Ai)
Diagnosed for too much
tell the fans his
Mom bought those things with her last wages
From her cleaning job sweeping stages
For the mere fact she'd rather you be happy
Than
Yo, yo, yo, son
You ever felt a funny vibe
What you supposed to do?
And ya mans ain't ya mans
And ya friends ain't ya friends
And ya money ain't
maybe heaven sent it
But girl when you walk by you heaven scented
Baby can you notice me
I can't pretend I don't
Want you, I do
Excuse me hold up do you
you livin'
It ain't got to be like that
By doing the givin'
It was your own choice
Scratched up your Rolls Royce
Every dumb friend you had
Was
(Not burdened by duty or childcare)
The owner waves towards me as I come in
(but it turns out his brother’s behind me)
Gonna get my friends some beer
(Not burdened by duty or childcare)
The owner waves towards me as I come in
(but it turns out his brother’s behind me)
Gonna get my friends some beer
You broke my heart to save our one true chance to grow old year-by-year
Forever we're dancing away a summer's night without all the rain
You can
Eternally I am grateful
For the day of my conversion
For faith
For hope
For love
Yeah
This is the Lord's Legacy
This village is torn mentally
ah criminal for truth
Even funeral we shoot
Me let meh demons on the loose
Me leave them kinda clueless
By myself meh make meh move
Cause there is
workers in scrubs with no PPE
But they got money for riot gear, my nigga, we dying here, yeah
You tell me not to move with my gun
But we got more funeral
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