Lyrics:
days are gone now but I'm still picking up the pieces
It doesn't matter how long you let time by if you're still holding on you'll be holding on forever
the sky
As she's caught up in the middle of everything
.. So we'll bring it to fruition for the never believers
She's picking up just one piece
she on it with another and not picking up the phone
So bad so bad, all she do is make me sad
She got all the things that I be wishing that I had
Stories
to the left and the right
Picking up the pieces, putting them away
Something doesn't feel quite right
Help me someone, let me out of here
Then out
to the left and the right
Picking up the pieces
Putting them away
Something doesn't feel quite right
Help me someone, let me out of here
Then out
with the Eagle handle Cunningham
I don't wanna talk, I just wanna beef
I don't want a piece, I want it all baby boy
I don't wanna eat, I wanna feast up
did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I'm still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my
through
See my shadow changing
Stretching up and over me
Soften this old armor
Hoping I can clear the way by
Stepping through my shadow
Coming out
myself by now
Three years of picking up the pieces
I don't really need this
So I'm giving up
On fooling myself
That I'm so fucked in the head I can't tell
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Hey
Woah
Huh
Pipe
Yea
Uhh
Woah
Pipe it up pipe it up pipe
Young nigga I'm just living my life
Smoke through the day and make music
no floggin'
All my shit been goin' up, lil nigga, not dodgin'
And I'ma keep on comin' with the heat, I'm hoggin'
Trench kid, glitter on the piece
like a Coke cup
Wind me up but y'all I gets the low wits the rough stuff
And after enough to cut ya off a piece, still have enough
Then go around
right now
When I had pocket change but I done came out how
'Member owning nothin' picking any fight to the crowd
Now I'm up here stuntin' shining in
the white man always talk about his piece?
System reason for my struggles
But how come he come to me?
Picking at my wallet
This for you set me free
Free
mind
Come to terms with your demise
Send your memories back in time
Picking up the pieces of this broken storyline
Searching for the proof
And now
woke up
(Cause i been fightin all these demons
So much weight on my shoulders
(Cause i been picking up all of the pieces)
On the road putting miles
found you
I fell on the ground
I am picking up my pieces again
I fell on the ground
I am picking up my pieces
Watch as I leave you
Right now
It could be
Thur
I'm telling u She got that good box
Good box
Nigga breaking window
Picking locks
For that good box
It's like a ride on the train in the rain
I get so high
Overthinking all the time
It's time I realign
Nothing left to make it right
I get too high
Days passing by
I can't get by
Fucked up
divine
Picking up pieces trying to make you new
I'm patching holes that I ain't even do
Let's make it count and we can make it through, it's true
You need
nigga to take me
Oooh Oh Oh, Oh Oooh
Oooh, Oh Oooh
Oooh, Oh Oooh
Oooh, Oh Oooh
Picking up the pieces that I left behind
While picking up the pieces I
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I'm still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you
this is for dreaming, this is believing, that you'll be picking up the pieces when I'm gone. This is for drinking, this is to living, this is to packing
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