Lyrics:
every boring blues song I get swallowed by the pain
And so I fumble for your figure in the darkness just to make it go away
But you're not lying there
every boring blues song I get swallowed by the pain
And so I fumble for your figure in the darkness just to make it go away
But you're not lying there
been the man down screaming man down with your hand out
You turn around see your man with your enemies
Now, he giving them handouts
That's why I can't
I never knew
There's not one day that you are living
Has been promised to you
I am a God fearing man
I'm a God fearing man
I reach out for my
dedicated motivated by da thoughts of empty mouths an nightmares of comin home to a empty house I kno what it is to somethin fail titanicly built a castle
head Take a dump in my head.
We all come home to empty beds, doesnt matter if anybody s there or
not, we all come home to chock full heads doesnt matter
Prime baby, you know I got the juice
I can have anybody but I only want you, yeah
Tell me baby, what you gotta lose?
Want you by my side, yeah come and be
gotta multiply
Not a mathematician myself so I ride, In my 98 Altima parked outside
Hustlin' mixtapes, I'm tryna get by, double U E double B follow with
Calculating ETA with the midwife on the line
And this IvySon shit my religion
Still saved by the Son but there's one I call mine
My boy, yeah
And it's been
Just so he can have a life with you when you're born
Daddy done some things that really weren't the best
Things like weighin' up and baggin' by
there at all
But is anybody happy
Or is it just the alcohol?
I don't know, I don't know
All I really know is
I don't know, I don't know
now your sisters
The spark is my eyes doesn't reflect the way I am now,
The whole institution needs to be decentralized,
Wires of the bunker secretly have been cut
of gangstas
Fuck a rebel and rave
My behavior is negative
So stop runnin
If not it'll be your relative
The one I'm gunnin
Blunted, wanted by America's Most
years
He never missed a day
There isn't anybody that could say he didn't keep his bills paid.
All that time he never got to do all the things in life
it'll all workout
But right now
I'm missin' a man, missin' a man
Missin' a Man, Missin a Man
I wish there were two sets
Of shoes by the door
I wish his
to enjoy myself
Livin' it, livin' it up
Six months out of every twelve
Livin' it up on top
When the sun is high, brother, so am I
Drinking
weekday clan
I'd set them right, so they're side by side
On a calendar for you
Throw the old one out
Keep the yellow storage house of sunny Saturdays
trakswet and tofu lake side
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CHORUS:
Like a $3.40 bag of fresh hiphop
with it
something is broken
so fucked it’s not hard to feel hopeless
I see you sleeping while the sun’s out
anything to distract you from your doubts
bro
Oh my gosh, dang y'all see that girl walking over there?
geez she fine
Exotic that’s what i see
Lips so thicc she got stung by a bee
Man i swear my
tryna find anybody, gotta jam us
Let's just say, you is my dog
I'll treat you like my kin
So much happened in my life, street nigga
Where do I begin?
My
to be
But don't change your self for society
Don't lose your individuality
The years go by and find that
Nothing comes easily
And the world is full
you'll realize that love is truly the only way anybody ever gets free
I mean that honestly
So run baby run baby run baby run
Run to your river
Is there anybody left to save,
Or just vultures watching over me?
I'd like to think that we will be okay,
But hate won't lose its hunger until it
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