Lyrics:
brain dusted
Called by names I came up with
I hate public
Places that I show up in
A bunch of people judge you
People saying that they love you but they
learn my name quick
Whipping make a lane switch
Bringing home the bacon
Can't nobody tell where I been, everybody gone sin
People look at me now, like
Attempted suicide
Now you got kicked out your mama house
Telling people about the problem
And they don't understand
More demons started coming in
So you
the light
It gets me feeling right
Hopefully, we all can shine to guide us through the night
I'm gon' talk a little bit about what's in my mental
I'm done
little, nobody was perfect
We didn't even care about our health,
We were fat we were that we only cared about death
Now all they do is look at you with
of the Bush nation stares
As the drama unfolds, as we the people under the stairs
Fifty percent of this "Son of a Bush" nation
Is like, hatin' on Haiti
Tell mi when
Niggas will stop sending other niggas to the pen
Bitches will stop hating other bitches for their men
People player hating other
I was born across the street
From a place they call The Blues
And everything that people tell me
It always seems to be bad news
My poor mother
What's the difference fix yourself you want an upgrade
Judging what you feel by other peoples point of views waste
All these precious moments on a comment
as I feel an incomparable force
Push down on my chest, paralysis as I rest
Even in my own sleep, I can't help but sweat
The little things in the day-time
Cause sometimes I don't wanna be myself, self, self
And I just think I need a little help
Sometimes I feel like I am by myself
You say that we should
people all around me
People who have found me
Not very funny when I sing
A little song about the bad things
The weather can do
Thunder and lightning
at the same speed?
A sense of safety preserved by the static distance between us
Sometimes I try to imagine a village hundred of years ago
Where little
time
I laid my eyes upon your smile
It left me mesmerize
With these butterflies
Little butterflies
Your age ohh
Plus my age
Makes the age of the people
girl to enjoy
Wanted some time, just some time to myself
Just wanna make things people can't make them self
Cause all you motherfuckers fucking lack
and get jerked and robbed for
Their life by a knife or a gun
So when ya see me coming, nigga, run
[Chorus: x2]
"See I had to lick em" "Punk
Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be
off anyone.
And I don't need to be forgiven by them people in the neighborhood
When we first hooked up, you looked me in the eye
And said "Paw, we
worry people
Be a little gay, little more interesting
Prepare the children
Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces
Comb their hair,
worry people
Be a little gay, little more interesting
Prepare the children
Take a few minutes to wash the children?s hands and faces
Comb their hair,
worry people
Be a little gay, little more interesting
Prepare the children
Take a few minutes to wash the children?s hands and faces
Comb their hair,
a lot of people said
While parents prayed every night that their sons weren't dead
To mommy's little boy, left him in a foreign land
Said, "You're
Mm mm.
Short people have long faces and
Long people have short faces.
Big people have little humor
And little people have no humor at all!
And in
Brothers on the block making bankroll
The billion dollar dream is the dream for the cash flow
Little do they know, they're a little or a big hoe
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