Courier - What You'd Think (feat. Key Notez & Odarka) Lyrics

Best eye
And some
That's not them tho
Just let it
What they never say is loud
Best out
I knew so
That's far from new tho
Echo, aye
But they never say it now
To think the baby by the stable is who they "messiah"
Favored like a debutante and
Famous but there ain't no father
I thought I made it back when Greg was in a stable role
And TD helped to get me those
I walked up on and stole the show
But then a man approached me
Told me this ain't no joke
The baby was his only
Told me to picture her then
Whoa
Way to lose control
Jumped the gun and stole the soul
Rip you off, they say you peaked
What went wrong ain't what you'd think
I blink and sink to places
Carry on in all these stages
Can't remember all these faces
Studios that can't replace it
To see it's entertainment
Pseudonyms and faux for painting
Wondering where the hell five8 went
I cleared a cache of statements
Disdaining and blaming
The manor of failing
I'm famished
I'm faded
Don't have it
Don't want it
The status
I hated
The shame on me and
When you in a pull for power
Who the real coward?
Oh, oh, oh
I wanna talk about it
I gotta talk about it
I holla, I holla
I wanna tell you 'bout it
I went and pulled up all the people pulling pep up out it
Best eye
And some
That's not on them tho
Just let it
What they never say is loud
Best out
I knew so
That's far from new tho
Echo, aye
What they never say, say
Just thinking deep, it's dangerous
Full of flaws and partly aimless
The consequence evaded
Comanche house they raided
Just as I pulled the plug, a guiding light but then he traited
Quick to sing is the rat
Quick to sing is the rat
I never run when I
'spose to run then I run when oh
The gun is on
Damn to you
Ego
And now with grays it's old
I can't erase
I can't erase the past
Hit the floor he went to sleep
What went wrong ain't what you'd think
Saw with my own eyes, isn't life great? oooh
Time tells no lies
All hands, ooh, fade oooh
Saw with my own eyes, isn't life great? oooh
Time tells no lies
All hands are frayed, oooh
My trauma won't fade
I struggle day to day
I'm hoping and I'm praying that the pain goes away
I feel like you ain't ever gave a damn about me
(ohhhh, no, no)
Your pain is the breaking of the shell
That encloses your understanding
It is the bitter potion by which the physician
Within you heals your sick self
Therefore
Trust the physician and drink his remedy
In silence and tranquility