Ay
Fuck
Ay
Wakin' up to hot sweats at 4:30 in the morning
Gripping on my chest to feel the beating of my organs
Breathin' real distorted should I take this as a warning from the alcohol I'm pouring to the lines I keep on, callin'
While I'm looking for a reason I should stay alive
Tryna' find some trees while I'm starring at the moon
Head spinnin' 'round and I always stay awake at night
When they see me in dreams [Himme?]'s death is coming soon
[Himmie?]'s death is on the way from the barrel to the blade, these calculated restraints keep me from finding the cage
But It's fucked cause they took my bigger bro to the prison and
That's the only way this road leads when the end is always close, danger imminent
You can move vigilant, but in a sense in a sense is equivalent
As home to an immigrant, you can lose respect in truck loads, but you only earn it back in minor increments
And that's the kind of shit that turns kids to choose, a blade over instruments, moral insignificants
Show me you're legitimate when taking trips
They think I'm talking about a rapper when I mention CB
And now we're taking risks, bring out your star, player, and watch us circle him like Satanists
Definition of a backwards God, like Atheists
This blade's low maintenance, tryna' find a home in homosapians
Stuck on tryna' work a 9 to 5 while flippin' packs, I guess I'm too in love with wildlifes conservationists
And, nah fuck I'm good I'm good I'm good, fuck
Ay
I'm wakin' up to hot sweats at 4:30 in the morning
Feeling like the Henney might've got me too faded, hear my ringtone, I think my baby mumma's callin
Then realise the ringtone was my imagination, I been fighting all these demons in my mind for some time, maybe too long
Tryna' come to terms, so I can move on
Tryna' sit ontop of these emotions, but my mind closes off when it folds like a futon
2 for 1 coupon, that 2 for 1 reference could maybe be the reason that my next sentence, could be my death sentence
See this money isn't shit, but the valley with my mind, is what I'll leave for my kids and that's the best presence
And to my daughters if you're listening, just know that what it's come to
Every night I wish that I could hug you
Every night I wish that I could tuck you into bed, and squeeze tight before you sleep, and tell you "baby, daddy loves you"
Tell you "daddy wishes he could see you in the morning when your smilin' and your hairs all knotty from your sleep"
But me and your mum's got some issues, hurting on how I miss you
But the pain we both feel is too deep
The pain we both feel is too deep
The pain we both feel is too fuckin' deep
Ay
For 5 years man we had it all
For 5 years we had a ball from that [glands?] basketball to that romance inside of those walls of university
If I'm speaking on that D, It's kinda hurtin' me
It brings tears to this young poetic face, of any case, hold any hate I had, now watch it blow away
Had a dream we stayed together to them golden gates, I had Sydney on my chest, you were my lowest lane
But I keep thinkin' bout your smile and your soft lip kisses, knowing that I lost me a winner
I know I'm looking deep into the eyes of adversity, but tryna' save me a sinner, just might make me a sinner
I'm just tryna' break the chains of confinement, speaking while staying silent, like speeding without a license
Reaching our deepest climate to go [hantsey?] with our writing, but at the same time I broke the chains on our assignments
I was pouring all of my emotion in my music, and, to beat one habbit you replace it and its true she-
Thinkin' back to fire squad, Uncle [ko?] is right, I'm in the same rope you climbed up on, they hang you with
The same rope I climbed up on, to my foundation to my ruins, then I'm slowing thinking back on how it's stupid
I carried the same love, but I put it through all of my music, turned to Robin Hood instead of playing Cupid
Now I'm lookin' through our pictures and I'm burnin' sections
I was more loyal than a German Shepard, I never cheated on you once
But somehow I'm feeling worse than ever, you got me feeling all neglected these emotions I rejected
So I turned myself to Henney, and I'm feeling real different
I turned myself to Henney, and I'm feeling real distant
Ay, and to my kids, I wish I kissed them more
Can't believe that they're gone
Ay
'Cause I've been, drinkin'
With all this on my mind
I've been, thinkin'
We should take some time, I feel warm when I'm sippin
I think I'm slippin' in too deep and, I feel tall when I'm trippin
I just need to find me some more treason
I've been, drinkin', with all this on my mind
I've been, thinkin'
We should take some time, I feel warm when I'm sippin
I think I'm slippin' in too deep and, I feel tall when I'm trippin
I just need to find me some more treason
Fuck
Ay
Wakin' up to hot sweats at 4:30 in the morning
Gripping on my chest to feel the beating of my organs
Breathin' real distorted should I take this as a warning from the alcohol I'm pouring to the lines I keep on, callin'
While I'm looking for a reason I should stay alive
Tryna' find some trees while I'm starring at the moon
Head spinnin' 'round and I always stay awake at night
When they see me in dreams [Himme?]'s death is coming soon
[Himmie?]'s death is on the way from the barrel to the blade, these calculated restraints keep me from finding the cage
But It's fucked cause they took my bigger bro to the prison and
That's the only way this road leads when the end is always close, danger imminent
You can move vigilant, but in a sense in a sense is equivalent
As home to an immigrant, you can lose respect in truck loads, but you only earn it back in minor increments
And that's the kind of shit that turns kids to choose, a blade over instruments, moral insignificants
Show me you're legitimate when taking trips
They think I'm talking about a rapper when I mention CB
And now we're taking risks, bring out your star, player, and watch us circle him like Satanists
Definition of a backwards God, like Atheists
This blade's low maintenance, tryna' find a home in homosapians
Stuck on tryna' work a 9 to 5 while flippin' packs, I guess I'm too in love with wildlifes conservationists
And, nah fuck I'm good I'm good I'm good, fuck
Ay
I'm wakin' up to hot sweats at 4:30 in the morning
Feeling like the Henney might've got me too faded, hear my ringtone, I think my baby mumma's callin
Then realise the ringtone was my imagination, I been fighting all these demons in my mind for some time, maybe too long
Tryna' come to terms, so I can move on
Tryna' sit ontop of these emotions, but my mind closes off when it folds like a futon
2 for 1 coupon, that 2 for 1 reference could maybe be the reason that my next sentence, could be my death sentence
See this money isn't shit, but the valley with my mind, is what I'll leave for my kids and that's the best presence
And to my daughters if you're listening, just know that what it's come to
Every night I wish that I could hug you
Every night I wish that I could tuck you into bed, and squeeze tight before you sleep, and tell you "baby, daddy loves you"
Tell you "daddy wishes he could see you in the morning when your smilin' and your hairs all knotty from your sleep"
But me and your mum's got some issues, hurting on how I miss you
But the pain we both feel is too deep
The pain we both feel is too deep
The pain we both feel is too fuckin' deep
Ay
For 5 years man we had it all
For 5 years we had a ball from that [glands?] basketball to that romance inside of those walls of university
If I'm speaking on that D, It's kinda hurtin' me
It brings tears to this young poetic face, of any case, hold any hate I had, now watch it blow away
Had a dream we stayed together to them golden gates, I had Sydney on my chest, you were my lowest lane
But I keep thinkin' bout your smile and your soft lip kisses, knowing that I lost me a winner
I know I'm looking deep into the eyes of adversity, but tryna' save me a sinner, just might make me a sinner
I'm just tryna' break the chains of confinement, speaking while staying silent, like speeding without a license
Reaching our deepest climate to go [hantsey?] with our writing, but at the same time I broke the chains on our assignments
I was pouring all of my emotion in my music, and, to beat one habbit you replace it and its true she-
Thinkin' back to fire squad, Uncle [ko?] is right, I'm in the same rope you climbed up on, they hang you with
The same rope I climbed up on, to my foundation to my ruins, then I'm slowing thinking back on how it's stupid
I carried the same love, but I put it through all of my music, turned to Robin Hood instead of playing Cupid
Now I'm lookin' through our pictures and I'm burnin' sections
I was more loyal than a German Shepard, I never cheated on you once
But somehow I'm feeling worse than ever, you got me feeling all neglected these emotions I rejected
So I turned myself to Henney, and I'm feeling real different
I turned myself to Henney, and I'm feeling real distant
Ay, and to my kids, I wish I kissed them more
Can't believe that they're gone
Ay
'Cause I've been, drinkin'
With all this on my mind
I've been, thinkin'
We should take some time, I feel warm when I'm sippin
I think I'm slippin' in too deep and, I feel tall when I'm trippin
I just need to find me some more treason
I've been, drinkin', with all this on my mind
I've been, thinkin'
We should take some time, I feel warm when I'm sippin
I think I'm slippin' in too deep and, I feel tall when I'm trippin
I just need to find me some more treason
( CG Fez )
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