It's time to show me that it's real
Yeah, I'm in the field tonight
F*ck, I'm tryna run my bull
Shit is getting real tonight
Yeah, your friends told on me, but
They tell on you too
They can't throw dirt on me when
We both know the truth
And I'm tryna f*ck you like a
Freak, freak, freak
And again that scissor got me
Too deep
F*ck it, you could get it in oh dee
That's the type of shit that I'm on
Tryna walk into your channel like a
TV
Girl, I hear you spinning like a
CD
Going back to back, got you on me
That's the type of shit that we on
Every time I breathe into this mic
I get judged more
Every time I vocalize my pain
People hate me more
And day's honesty will get you killed
Faster than telling lies
And I ain't perfect, I try to keep
Myself out of business crimes
Witness gossipers keeping these
New guys in a controversial hot minute
Maintaining that image
Got you losing morals
Quicker than the bread Crumbs missing
When you sleep at night
I know your subconscious
Got your brain dead
Or eat you alive
Depending on an image to survive
Losing your soul
Might not keep you alive
I hope you don't lose your mind
From speaking for my soul
Keep you deprived
And I ain't Mr. Goody Two Shoes, yeah
A lot of bad habits
I need to divide
Balance my ego with my soul
To keep me alive
I remember, I remember
Shit what's to remember
When your life is still
Depressing as December
Bittersweet moment
Try to cherish my writings
On my journal
Those nights I used to curl up
In a fetal position
Hugging myself
Asking God, kill me now
So I can hug you in heaven
How Ironic
Still alive
But a old piece of me dies
I think that's what they mean
When they say they gotta kill
The Old you in order to fly
I know it sounds corny
But I stay up looking up to the sky
With a cloud in my eyes
Cloud in my eyes
All I ever wonder
All I ever wonder
Looking at this rain
Yeah I'm looking at this thunder
How my shoes getting more muddier
But I'm still
Crawling on this floor
With no hopes
So how do I cope
I guess I gotta be dope
I guess I gotta write these lyrics
In order to float
In order to keep my ego in check
Keep that foot on them f*cking necks
I'm hard on myself
Cause I need that self respect
Cayse Whatever you project
I must manifest
I believe that a hundred
I just gotta make it more than 100
So I can get my momma out the gutter yeah
I just wanna be happy
I just wanna be happy
Yeah yeah
I just wanna be happy
I just wanna be happy
Oh yeah yeah
I just wanna be happy
I just wanna be happy
Yeah yeah
I just wanna be happy
I just wanna be happy
Oh yeah yeah
I just wanna be happy
I just wanna be happy
I just wanna be happy
Yeah yeah
I just wanna be happy
I just wanna be happy
Oh yeah yeah
Took me out this cold world
Took me out this world
Felt the wind blow
From my rear view
Felt my soul was breaking loose
I need another cold brew
Life keeps me down
Need a way out
Hey
It's me
I know we haven't spoken in a while
Things have been weird
I just wanted to let you know
That I miss you
That I still think about you a lot
Do you think about me