F*cked up
Still the same
Pour another
To heal my pain
But it only makes me feel so strange
Lost chasing a dream some would call that fame
Pour another
Two more shots
They killed my brother
Nigga f*ck the cops
I don't know what's gotten into me
Snakes in the grass, all these niggas is my enemies
Lost in my emotions
Cuz I'm blinded by devotion
Writing all this music
After all these years of hoping
Praying that one day my music gon blast off
Imagine when it does, Ima take my mask off
Cause I'm sick and tired of nine to five shit
Stepped into the booth and made the beat my bitch
Always move in silence, niggas must think that I'm rich
Never leave the house without a blickie on my hip
F*cked up
Still the same
Pour another
To heal my pain
But it only makes me feel so strange
Lost chasing a dream some would call that fame
I don't know what they told you
Would you let me know?
I don't know what they told you
Would you let me know?
Instead of jumping to conclusions about me
Why don't you come to me and tell me how they doubt me
Need that negativity to bring sum outta me
All these songs I write one of them gon hit the lottery
Until then I'm still f*cked up
Either you put it, grateful that I woke up
How many days until we make up?
Next time I see you, I'm creeping in my Bentley truck
F*cked up
Still the same
Only drinking
To heal my pain
mellolaz - The After Hours Lyrics
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F*cked up
Still the same
Pour another
To heal my pain
But it only makes me feel so strange
Lost chasing a dream some would call that fame
Pour another
Two more shots
They killed my brother
Nigga f*ck the cops
I don't know what's gotten into me
Snakes in the grass, all these niggas is my enemies
Lost in my emotions
Cuz I'm blinded by devotion
Writing all this music
After all these years of hoping
Praying that one day my music gon blast off
Imagine when it does, Ima take my mask off
Cause I'm sick and tired of nine to five shit
Stepped into the booth and made the beat my bitch
Always move in silence, niggas must think that I'm rich
Never leave the house without a blickie on my hip
F*cked up
Still the same
Pour another
To heal my pain
But it only makes me feel so strange
Lost chasing a dream some would call that fame
I don't know what they told you
Would you let me know?
I don't know what they told you
Would you let me know?
Instead of jumping to conclusions about me
Why don't you come to me and tell me how they doubt me
Need that negativity to bring sum outta me
All these songs I write one of them gon hit the lottery
Until then I'm still f*cked up
Either you put it, grateful that I woke up
How many days until we make up?
Next time I see you, I'm creeping in my Bentley truck
F*cked up
Still the same
Only drinking
To heal my pain
Still the same
Pour another
To heal my pain
But it only makes me feel so strange
Lost chasing a dream some would call that fame
Pour another
Two more shots
They killed my brother
Nigga f*ck the cops
I don't know what's gotten into me
Snakes in the grass, all these niggas is my enemies
Lost in my emotions
Cuz I'm blinded by devotion
Writing all this music
After all these years of hoping
Praying that one day my music gon blast off
Imagine when it does, Ima take my mask off
Cause I'm sick and tired of nine to five shit
Stepped into the booth and made the beat my bitch
Always move in silence, niggas must think that I'm rich
Never leave the house without a blickie on my hip
F*cked up
Still the same
Pour another
To heal my pain
But it only makes me feel so strange
Lost chasing a dream some would call that fame
I don't know what they told you
Would you let me know?
I don't know what they told you
Would you let me know?
Instead of jumping to conclusions about me
Why don't you come to me and tell me how they doubt me
Need that negativity to bring sum outta me
All these songs I write one of them gon hit the lottery
Until then I'm still f*cked up
Either you put it, grateful that I woke up
How many days until we make up?
Next time I see you, I'm creeping in my Bentley truck
F*cked up
Still the same
Only drinking
To heal my pain
Writer: Roemello Richmond
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