Lyrics:
a time machine
I'd of done 'em differently
Oh but now I see that I just can't see
What to blame and what to credit
There's just no way you can edit
noticing things you had done
I been seeing the signs as they come
Breaking my heart you a killer of love
I wasn’t ready for all I dreamed of
But I tried
about it, oh
'Cause all my life I've been struggling and stressing
That's why I come up in this bitch with aggression
Where I'm from, niggas, every
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
fucking know
I’ve been misused I’ve been betrayed shit I done been through it before
Man I use to be on go
Screaming I want all the smoke
But when they
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Bad things, a lot of bad things
All my bridges burned and I got no strings
I've done
Bad things, a lot of bad things
Bad things
as what they seem
And you would cry from things that I've seen
You would cry from the things that I've seen
You would cry from the things that's been done
done want your man served up
That'll get the fans worked up
Homie really wanna play, stir it up
I'mma catch me a wave, surfs up
Gliding on the track like
doing my thing, i'll be keeping a buck
Fifty percent chance all of y'all gon' hate me
But you should also note that
Hating costs a damn fee!
But when I
hangin' by one of my puppet strings
Couple things that you mother fuckers probably struggling to understand
That in this game, only the toughest win
So all
know I never faked it cause I've got these faces
Yeah yeah
Thought I was done I know I'm not
I fought it all along I Just got shot
Feel like a pimple
like an innocent child that turn killer
It's thing like that that only makes things iller
And makin cream doin sticks if you ain't a drug dealer
(It's)
out?
I've been too high to try
Everyday, pass me by
And every single thing I've done
I've done it wrong
And you look in my eyes
Like I wasted
from that storm that's raging on now
I'm out of touch, I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
And out of all these things I've done
I
Drop that beat, it's the truth
You don't know what you have until you lose it
I've had all the women you could possibly imagine
In my life, in my
from the hood too long
A lot of things have changed
Since you've been gone
I done been locked and jocked for
The shit I've been claimin'
All that
killer
Man
Silence is my killer
Silence is my killer
You're tellin' all that cheap like a plot but you're filler
You're actin' like succeeded but my God
1. The Beginning
[Instrumental]
2. Better Than This
I've shed these tears a hundred times.
The bottles are broken, my well runs dry.
All these
or going to kill me
Still living lavish and they still
Wonder why I act savage
All these guns and automatics
Still gonna murder these niggas that
Want
cup to this
Puna boy anthem
Will you remember me
When my time has come
And all is said and done
That I was all blind all Blind
RIP RIP raised in Puna
cup to this
Puna boy anthem
Will you remember me
When my time has come
And all is said and done
That I was all blind all Blind
RIP RIP raised in Puna
cup to this
Puna boy anthem
Will you remember me
When my time has come
And all is said and done
That I was all blind all Blind
RIP RIP raised in Puna
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
from the storm that's raging on
I'm out of touch, I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
And out of all these things I've done I
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