Lyrics:
I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I'm playing,
ride it, too
I got a new sound you can take with you
I got an old soul but it feels brand new
And we can break it down
We can take a few
Let me get this
of the tower and I'm plotting on my next place to stoop like a eagle
Pop seal on a new bottle old bitch get the calling i'ma hit her next leap year
THC in my
boxes
If you cross this boss live cautious
Don't make me, don't make me repeat myself
For your safety, because a pilly is beneath my belt
But I don't
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
they wanna say you took an L, José Castillo (Jesus)
I'm in the fight here, fight here, for what seemed like lightyears (Lord)
My rugged cross
Yeah I been way too far in my head
Guess that's the price that I pay
Wonder if this shit's going to get better
Fuck it I know that I'm blessed
Yeah
Houdini
Been in the game, naw, I ain't new to this
Christopher Bridges, yea, I'm going Ludacris
Yea, I be dripping, I think I need mucinex
Think 'fore you
Risked it all, it was part the plan
Acrteryx so even in wet weather I stay cold
I'm on the next one if they ask, say Simon say so
This ain't for free,
the old days
The bad ones and the best of 'em
This one's for Christopher, who I beat up over Jessica
This one's for Metra, Ms. Sharpe and the rest of 'em
I
said he's lookin' for a man
To move some old cars around
Maybe me and Marie could find a burned-out
Van and do a little settlin' down
Aw, but I'm
said he's lookin' for a man
to move some old cars around
maybe me and Marie could find a burned-out
van and do a little settlin' down
Aw, but I'm
Polaroids or the Flash cuz I'm too fast for my own demise
Move with the wind and the tides
Old hoopti, Forest Green
Peanut Butter inside but the music is
cornered by feds
I met a bitch inside the alleyway
Inside of my head
She said
Oh casxuls you're so faceless
I'm walking cross the street corner for head
said hit the weed
It was me and Darius everyday I'm glad that nigga free
We don't never speak but know its love this one all for you
I was Daisha first I
back this project for so long it might not hit the same
Sike nigga I lied it's still gon hit the same
Tyson coming out of retirement, It's still gon hit
bricks, buy a crib for your mama
One too many enemies, they all for the drama
Count your money by the millions, way too many commas
All white Drophead,
robbery
Ain't worse than being pestered by this type of person
Tryhard children still throw tantrums
On their mattresses in their mansions
And pay attention
Can you hear me
Snacks for the Revolution
Volume 2
This is long overdo
This song is 4 years old now
Somehow still relevant
I was angry when I
Reach for your goal, say what you're told
Think that you know
See what you're shown, watch it get old
Watch, it gets old
Teach what you learn,
Yeah
Well, maybe we got lost in translation
Maybe I asked for too much
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece
'Til we tore it all up
Running scared, I
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
I'm for sure
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah hold it down be my queen
What if I told you that I want you girl and I hate when we spend so much this time appart
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