It's your boy Toku right here man
It's the feeling at 3:02
Hmm, huh, yeah I see the bruises
Your life's not mine, will you stop accusing
I'm rooting for you still, will you stop complaining
To hell with this bullshit, when i shoot it goes in
Hmm, huh, I'm still restraining
My life's not yours, will you stop complaining
I'm praying for you still, will you stop disclaiming
To hell with this bullshit, when i shoot it goes in
It looks greener, on the other side
To believers, who depends on christ
To preachers, who never paid the price
More welcomes, to the teachers
Less goodbyes, to the speakers
More freedom, to the dealers
More cheering, for the ballers
Less killing, for the sinners
My life, my style, while I improvise
My wins, my lost, while I compromise
My downs, my ups, while I optimize
My rush, my crush, while I dramatize
My rush, my cords, while I harmonize
Hmm, huh, yeah I see the bruises
Your life's not mine, will you stop accusing
I'm rooting for you still, will you stop complaining
To hell with this bullshit, when i shoot it goes in
Hmm, huh, I'm still restraining
My life's not yours, will you stop complaining
I'm praying for you still, will you stop disclaiming
To hell with this bullshit, when i shoot it goes in
Life's beauty, I'm not gonna deny
In minutes, she's otherwise
In Venice, she can make you lie
In Paris, she can make you spy
Likely, you get wetty eyes
She's rarely, a petty prize
Barely, you monetize
She's scary, ask her why
Hmm, huh, I'm still regrouping
My life's not fair, but I'm not complaining
I'm writing for you still, will you stop the booing
To hell with the bullshit
When I shoot, it goes in