Past Winter

Living in the hood looking through the window Gun sounds , broken windows I was 19 but I rather be at home playing playing Nintendo I was wondering what it was all meant for Seeing all my kinfolk Laughing having a good time but one of are lives could end though Look this was meant for you Don't be asking them questions I just gotta vibe out and one day I'm going to make it Lord know I can't fake it Hard Work I was living in the attic Probably thinking I was drug addict I got it together and I stuck at I always been somewhat of a kinda of a lame Something about a purpose really make me nervous even if I lose everything Lose everything, Lose everything Lose everything, Losing everything Something about a star we wish upon I don't get it Or I was never with it Cuz thing never fitted I always quitted Even after im finished Fuck a critic And predicaments Are you listen to the stories we spill out I know you wasn't and I had my doubts Like mixing coffee with Splenda Who got time to chill every winter Like Like Like Like Like mixing coffee with Splenda Who got time to chill every winter Like mixing Like mixing Like mixing Like mixing Like mixing Like mixing coffee with Splenda Who got time to chill every winter