Life's Rough
Saw a body on the walk home, I was only yay young looking at somebody with their neck gone
Brain matter on the yard with the red stones, dead roam with rest sending text tones
Little homie better act cool
Drug pipes in the bathroom
Get away and go outside
Bike jacked, what a bad time
Homie, can I get away, can I get a break?
Hands on my face, what a silly game
Feeling bitter never did I see the Minute Maid
Missing more than just the lemons for the lemonade
Sugar missing momma doing methamphetamine
Nothing sweet about the future when I take a drink
Moved from east, got no friends, family got no car, tryna get a goped
Don't need to go far, got no bread
Needa focus in this city full of dope heads
White hairs on my head, stressed out, beat down, feeling like a test now, chest out
Shit turning bad quick when the bags rip, carrying milk home, crying over that shit
Lashing back at the habits in my habitat
Rents due, how we gonna f*ckin' handle that?
Candle burnin' in the stars, homie, lights off, shits hard, listening to fights when the nights dark
Life's rough, prolly why I got an attitude, incompatible with everything I try to do
Eighteen, had enough shit, f*ck this, scum kid, he ain't getting love doing dumb shit
F*ck the cops on the block, why they stop me?
I ain't doing nothing wrong, why they watch me?
Nine to five for my job, need to eat good, thin blood, why the f*ck they treat me like a bitch would?
Middle finger to the precinct, f*ck you
Swear to god when I snap I'ma bust you back
Broken ribs, only ten on the earth, hurt, slurred words, breathing like a fish in the dirt
Sick mother f*ckin' world turns, watch it all burn
Light a blunt up in the fire tryna calm nerves
Sick thoughts on the wall when I call words
Suicide on my mind, what it all worth?
What it all worth, what it all worth?
Call him off, ima dawg for the wrong words
F*ck em all, go and tell'em I was raw first
Light another cigarette until the cough hurt
Cold floors, drinking liquor till my veins warm
I ain't like the way we living so my brain's torn
Faiths poor, maybe someone should of prayed more
Getting pretty sick of buy swishers from the same store
Life's rough
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Life's Rough
Saw a body on the walk home, I was only yay young looking at somebody with their neck gone
Brain matter on the yard with the red stones, dead roam with rest sending text tones
Little homie better act cool
Drug pipes in the bathroom
Get away and go outside
Bike jacked, what a bad time
Homie, can I get away, can I get a break?
Hands on my face, what a silly game
Feeling bitter never did I see the Minute Maid
Missing more than just the lemons for the lemonade
Sugar missing momma doing methamphetamine
Nothing sweet about the future when I take a drink
Moved from east, got no friends, family got no car, tryna get a goped
Don't need to go far, got no bread
Needa focus in this city full of dope heads
White hairs on my head, stressed out, beat down, feeling like a test now, chest out
Shit turning bad quick when the bags rip, carrying milk home, crying over that shit
Lashing back at the habits in my habitat
Rents due, how we gonna f*ckin' handle that?
Candle burnin' in the stars, homie, lights off, shits hard, listening to fights when the nights dark
Life's rough, prolly why I got an attitude, incompatible with everything I try to do
Eighteen, had enough shit, f*ck this, scum kid, he ain't getting love doing dumb shit
F*ck the cops on the block, why they stop me?
I ain't doing nothing wrong, why they watch me?
Nine to five for my job, need to eat good, thin blood, why the f*ck they treat me like a bitch would?
Middle finger to the precinct, f*ck you
Swear to god when I snap I'ma bust you back
Broken ribs, only ten on the earth, hurt, slurred words, breathing like a fish in the dirt
Sick mother f*ckin' world turns, watch it all burn
Light a blunt up in the fire tryna calm nerves
Sick thoughts on the wall when I call words
Suicide on my mind, what it all worth?
What it all worth, what it all worth?
Call him off, ima dawg for the wrong words
F*ck em all, go and tell'em I was raw first
Light another cigarette until the cough hurt
Cold floors, drinking liquor till my veins warm
I ain't like the way we living so my brain's torn
Faiths poor, maybe someone should of prayed more
Getting pretty sick of buy swishers from the same store
Life's rough
Saw a body on the walk home, I was only yay young looking at somebody with their neck gone
Brain matter on the yard with the red stones, dead roam with rest sending text tones
Little homie better act cool
Drug pipes in the bathroom
Get away and go outside
Bike jacked, what a bad time
Homie, can I get away, can I get a break?
Hands on my face, what a silly game
Feeling bitter never did I see the Minute Maid
Missing more than just the lemons for the lemonade
Sugar missing momma doing methamphetamine
Nothing sweet about the future when I take a drink
Moved from east, got no friends, family got no car, tryna get a goped
Don't need to go far, got no bread
Needa focus in this city full of dope heads
White hairs on my head, stressed out, beat down, feeling like a test now, chest out
Shit turning bad quick when the bags rip, carrying milk home, crying over that shit
Lashing back at the habits in my habitat
Rents due, how we gonna f*ckin' handle that?
Candle burnin' in the stars, homie, lights off, shits hard, listening to fights when the nights dark
Life's rough, prolly why I got an attitude, incompatible with everything I try to do
Eighteen, had enough shit, f*ck this, scum kid, he ain't getting love doing dumb shit
F*ck the cops on the block, why they stop me?
I ain't doing nothing wrong, why they watch me?
Nine to five for my job, need to eat good, thin blood, why the f*ck they treat me like a bitch would?
Middle finger to the precinct, f*ck you
Swear to god when I snap I'ma bust you back
Broken ribs, only ten on the earth, hurt, slurred words, breathing like a fish in the dirt
Sick mother f*ckin' world turns, watch it all burn
Light a blunt up in the fire tryna calm nerves
Sick thoughts on the wall when I call words
Suicide on my mind, what it all worth?
What it all worth, what it all worth?
Call him off, ima dawg for the wrong words
F*ck em all, go and tell'em I was raw first
Light another cigarette until the cough hurt
Cold floors, drinking liquor till my veins warm
I ain't like the way we living so my brain's torn
Faiths poor, maybe someone should of prayed more
Getting pretty sick of buy swishers from the same store
Life's rough
Writer: Corwin Farnsworth
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