Lyrics:
to death
Built by my own hands
Crawling through glass
I'm lost in time
How will I ever get back there?
Show me a way I can believe in myself
Someone please
How can a rapper go flex
When my whole life is a mess
All of my feelings a wreck
Don't know what's wrong in my head
Ego here but I feel dead
Can't
pile
Of cash in my wallet now it's feeling thin
Without the greenbacks i'll never win
She treats me like a beetle she crushes underfoot
Like making
in the breeze
I'm just dust in the breeze
But I want to be a hurricane
I wanna live selfless
Instead of just floating by
I wanna live selfless
day they will see
How they're wrong and ill-informed
They should be looking at me
Drenched deep in the feeling of spite
There is no place to run
There
Little old man contemplates
Suicide twice a day
Life's passed him by
Little old woman scared and blind
Left alone in desperate times
Life's
Ooh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Feels like you tattered my name in pencil
Was high, not good enough for the heat
You think that I'm easily replaceable
SAME QUESTIONS THAT I ALWAYS DO
LIKE WHY AM I HERE, YA THINK BY NOW I'D HAVE A CLUE
MAYBE I KNOW BUT REFUSE TO SEE
BUT THAT'S BETWEEN MY GOD AND ME
(V2)
IS
chill by the west side
One night on your waistline
She feeling the baseline
She feeling the baseline yeah
She feeling the baseline
She feeling
a wheel in a race
Out of you and into me, love is like a sea
Like a feeling flowing though time
With the dream and the design, weaving into a line
Swinging
To rhyme schemes and everything in between
Where you find kings and queens
Who been doin they things
By any means
You can see us in your dreams
It don't
the cones
The band plays country, cool and sweet
Everywhere you go
The people tumble down the street
Everyone you know
Jed the woodchuck, lives in Woodstock
stage in life
I chose to get my ish tight ya gotta struggle and fight
It cost an arm and a leg just to live on your knees
And i'm tryin to keep my
see their shadows, they’re out of time
Walk side by side in line and flank them by the waters edge
And turn their line into an open port of punishment
feet down
They say "don't do what you were told"
And if you did your influence is sold
You're sold by those who say that they can change the way it goes
broken
Cuz we was all chosen
Live yo omen
Shoutout to my poets who Be flowin
Planting all these seeds Reaping what they sew'n
Elevating vibes ohhh i
by parents
At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed
Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly
Up in between the lies,
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
been feeling inside
Like I'm one of the guys
Ahead of my time
They're gonna listen to mine in the year 3009
Biting my shit
Fans reciting my shit
It's
tales still exist
I want to be
Ephemeral
Our lives passing by on Earth
In comfort
Do we live with all our flaws?
Imagine
If you could see
from distance when the name rings bells you feel the suction
So in order to survive while going to J-Live
realize to speak wise by the way your lyrics
you feel like a wimp
Talkin' 'bout what you was buildin' and shit
Got you all up in your feelings and shit
Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga
Little old man contemplates
Suicide twice a day
Life's passed him by
Little old woman scared and blind
Left alone in desperate times
Life's
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