Lyrics:
the truth
You know how I'm feeling when it comes to you
If you're really down there's nothing that I wouldn't do
If we stay together then I guess that's up
And no don't act like you've been
Always down
Cause you see me coming up love
Because there ain't no way
You'll get around
Cause I'm getting way too
I'm an outcast, Dennis Rodman
I feel this way, way too often
Chipped black nails, inhale my toxins
Plan to die, I picked my coffin
I'm an outcast,
She had me stuck like glue
But now I’m beat up from the feet up bruised I’m black and blue
All the shit that I been through
And all shit she said she’d
Picc a boo muh fucca
Picc a, picc a boo muh fuccas
Ain’t no mo’ fun this Halloween
I’m coming for yo ass this octoween
Listen
It’s the 31st so you
wondering why know one hangs with me for
Maybe cuz I'm truly good and society likes the evil
That's aight y'all just do you I'm a do me
Keep it g being real
The check just hit I just withdrew
Just woke up bouta pour a deuce
Rick Owens pants to go to school
Fake I'd I'm Jimmy Choo
Land in LAX and I hop in
Uh huh
.
..
...
Quzzi
Prolly
Yeah
Chorus:-
Eyes on the prize
I’m on my way
Tell ah man shut up na just the lane
Everywhere maramma everywhere
the lot (Whoa, whoa)
Seen too many glimpses of something I'm not (Something I'm not)
Too many, too many times I've been crossed
Too many things, I just
Took first place and you thought it was improbable
Fuck out my face you ain't ever been an obstacle
But this is my race don't chase I'm unstoppable
Just can't tell it all
Just can't tell it all
I'm back with the goldest of lights
I'm making heat on the coldest of nights
Counting up blessings
Shoot a couple moves stay busy making my rounds. Bounce bounce shit I gotta bounce. Money on the floor no way I’m missing out. Bounce bounce shit I
I could grow my roots
Into the concrete
I could lose a lot cause I'm in too deep
I could grow into a different tree, you know
I could pull it off
stick
And I just turned 21 and I feel like shit
Excuse me
I'm sorry for taking up your time
I know that
I'm all that
But I don't wanna spend another
younger self you keep growing better I'll adapt
Yea I brag bout her
If she that damn hot gotta keep a tabs on her
And if she good then I'm finna put a bag
my script
I need Mortys, I need more Ricks
But I'm never lacking, no I can't slip
When I hop out the whip, got the glick on my hip
Let's go
Like
I'm obsessing over tiny things
Testing
Sms confession
The text green I'm feeling weak
My regrets are ina paragraph
I rip the sheet
Semi tweak semi colon
In my restless dreams
I see that town
Silent Hill
You promised you'd take me there again someday
But you never did
I'm not happy but you're happy
I've been meaning to find my place
Been falling asleep too late
The screen that haunts my face
Never what they seem these days
And I'm faded off my
sippin' on this lean just like it Kool-Aid
You didn't believe in me at first, I don't run my racks , now I'm too straight
Hop out with them racks on me,
play pretend
We can do this all night
Then we go back to being friends
Yeah, like what's good for you?
What's good for me?
I'm thinking it's you
I can
I'm tryna stay from my out the streets I ain't Really tryna beef
I'm so stuck up in my ways, I cannot ride Without my heat
Wake in the morning, dump
Please hold me over at least for a little bit
It's only 9 in the morning but I swear next week I'll quit
And I'm feeling something sharp,
Something I
to kill Fucked her good and still slap her
Nigga, I'm a graham cracker Dump wit bro and still napp sum n
That's how you put a play together You slide wit
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