How do you love?
They ask me how do you do it?
I say I stay chasing the money,
& it Still Won't change my music.
Lately i've been on my defense,
Keep saying I'm over my head,
Comma disorder, the former, presents,
A performer, unless, I ignore some events.
Mixing up crown with cola, or the syrup with soda, For rest.
How did we get here again,
On the phone late nights, at best,
We would wake up to texts,
Now she on the down low, no offense.
I could download codes, getta check,
No friends no more none less,
Texts cold, Starting to feel like my ex,
Sore world, hard to conceive a next,
But it makes more sense thats it meant.
No use in the past or regrets.
How do you mend a broken soul?
Why do I not feel control,
Just not me anymore.
Bottom of the bottle,
Maybe it was better unpoured
Kept the emptiness for decorum.
I don't need none less than the peace in my head,
Street green, yea the bread, no lease.
On lock with the keys in my hand,
Rubber bands no fees in advance,
Do it for the fam, not even to please,
Less I ask keep 6ft back,
Got the steel in my grasp,
For a minute, I was low down bad,
Yea I'm sinner, oughta pour my liquor for the past,
Wouldn't know if I didn't, like I'm in for the cash.
Now to re-up I admit it, for a bag I'm silly.
For loyalty, really quite rare, i'll treat you like royalty,
Not even prepared, when I should be more orderly,
Gotta keep that same energy unfortunately.
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How do you love?
They ask me how do you do it?
I say I stay chasing the money,
& it Still Won't change my music.
Lately i've been on my defense,
Keep saying I'm over my head,
Comma disorder, the former, presents,
A performer, unless, I ignore some events.
Mixing up crown with cola, or the syrup with soda, For rest.
How did we get here again,
On the phone late nights, at best,
We would wake up to texts,
Now she on the down low, no offense.
I could download codes, getta check,
No friends no more none less,
Texts cold, Starting to feel like my ex,
Sore world, hard to conceive a next,
But it makes more sense thats it meant.
No use in the past or regrets.
How do you mend a broken soul?
Why do I not feel control,
Just not me anymore.
Bottom of the bottle,
Maybe it was better unpoured
Kept the emptiness for decorum.
I don't need none less than the peace in my head,
Street green, yea the bread, no lease.
On lock with the keys in my hand,
Rubber bands no fees in advance,
Do it for the fam, not even to please,
Less I ask keep 6ft back,
Got the steel in my grasp,
For a minute, I was low down bad,
Yea I'm sinner, oughta pour my liquor for the past,
Wouldn't know if I didn't, like I'm in for the cash.
Now to re-up I admit it, for a bag I'm silly.
For loyalty, really quite rare, i'll treat you like royalty,
Not even prepared, when I should be more orderly,
Gotta keep that same energy unfortunately.
They ask me how do you do it?
I say I stay chasing the money,
& it Still Won't change my music.
Lately i've been on my defense,
Keep saying I'm over my head,
Comma disorder, the former, presents,
A performer, unless, I ignore some events.
Mixing up crown with cola, or the syrup with soda, For rest.
How did we get here again,
On the phone late nights, at best,
We would wake up to texts,
Now she on the down low, no offense.
I could download codes, getta check,
No friends no more none less,
Texts cold, Starting to feel like my ex,
Sore world, hard to conceive a next,
But it makes more sense thats it meant.
No use in the past or regrets.
How do you mend a broken soul?
Why do I not feel control,
Just not me anymore.
Bottom of the bottle,
Maybe it was better unpoured
Kept the emptiness for decorum.
I don't need none less than the peace in my head,
Street green, yea the bread, no lease.
On lock with the keys in my hand,
Rubber bands no fees in advance,
Do it for the fam, not even to please,
Less I ask keep 6ft back,
Got the steel in my grasp,
For a minute, I was low down bad,
Yea I'm sinner, oughta pour my liquor for the past,
Wouldn't know if I didn't, like I'm in for the cash.
Now to re-up I admit it, for a bag I'm silly.
For loyalty, really quite rare, i'll treat you like royalty,
Not even prepared, when I should be more orderly,
Gotta keep that same energy unfortunately.
Writer: Adrian Baca
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