Lyrics:
Sitting here with a broken heart
Wishin' you'd come home for
Sitting here with breakin' hearts
I just can't go on
Oh!
Grief has got a hold
the hate there
It's been a bait year It flew by quick if I had one wish
I'd go back & I would wait there
I ain't tryna reach the top charts
I do this for
'Cause we still up and lit like it's Sunday at church
Blowing a roll, I got it back, I was down in the O
All around the globe
Niggas say that they hot
doubt that
You can find your route back
It's the outback ranger, sound shape arranger
Spells danger to any punk fakin the funk that got the vapes
With
scripture
i’m taking down your pictures
one by one
(one by one, one by one)
i’m trying to find it
i’m trying to find it
whatever will lead me back to you
Bu-But before that happens, I've got a few things I wanna say to this body
Well. You shouldn't be back yet from your place, I told you- I told you
Violence, speed, momentum, no matter which vehicle I'm in
2 time, back to back, I had to flex a little bit
Man you know I got the sauce and we know you got
Letting go my past fears
Used to think I'd never have a chance to get out my head
Constantly influenced by the women I'd hope to get
Nowhere to be
to keep anyone close to me
I been searching, now I'm sippin on the road it got me swervin
I been trippin on your words to find a purpose
I feel worthless,
I was back in that box, I spent New Years with my celly smoking K2 drinking bock, got this virus out my window, I done shed tears on top of this bunk,
just like I did
I be tryna focus the goal
Man I can't forget 'cause I got too much on it though
Investing all this time and I can't get it back no more
Still I say facts
Till the day black
And I lay back
And I say damn
Yeah I made that
Put my brain hacked
With a psycho feeling
Got them hyped when I write
But if the homies don’t fuck with it
Nigga I switch pockets quickly
Got all odds stacked against me, but I got god's back against me
Y’all cain' t touch
I got a screw loose
Based on what you use
I'll never be the new cool
Friends fall back, talk trash, they're not too used
Me talkin' new tools
rather go buy weed, I'd rather go Buy
The field I'm a dog like Vic, you cabernet, take it
Neil Different quarterback when I drop back up
In the field Did
flighty, got tired of the touring
By myself might be boring but these bitches be annoying
Nocturnal nigga, they don't understand the time I'm on
Except Yanna
I'd rather work than text a bitch all day
How would you react if you got the bag today
I'm not sure I'm not certain
If you got it then I guess that
Bitch, back up off me
I'll crack your lip, trip, then spit in your coffee
Ain't got the patience
Blowin' up your stations
Stay out my way, or go back
Gwarn baby gal
Show me what ya got
Gwarn baby yeh yeh
Show me whenever
Now she got me thinking of how I’d pay back
Gwarn baby yeh yeh
Gyalie kno what
Flaunting what we got like we do it for a livin'
Dressed to kill (dressed to kill) to the nines (to the nines)
I got her back (she got my back) and she got
Woke up this morning and I could help but smile
And everyday I thank GOD for my life
He’s got my back and he’ll never let me down
So I am grateful
our feet
And we couldn't wait until midnight, when we'd secretly meet
As time went by, and the going got rough
You see we got in this big fight,
you do it alone
I need your help, so I can do it by myself
I need your help, so I can do it by myself
Do it alone, don't have to breathe down a phone
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
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