Iaintdeadyet

Years later
All my feelings contemplative
Like what happen, very hazy
Lost a lot a fucking people
Wit a rack of speculation
Man they hated, wasn’t clear
Now I get it, fuck a pill
Shouldn’t broke a fucking seal
But you prolly won’t hear this
And that’s really fuckin fine
Separation left you jaded
Got you acting like mime
So I’m finish wasting time
Gotta get this fucking bag
For I end up in a bag
Wit a fucking toe tag
I ain’t fucking wit dat movement
Changed the pain into gains
Rolled up another
Hold up can’t function
Fuck in this blunt
I’m feeling nothing
Now I’m focus on the gains got me feeling kinda evel, told you niggas it was
lethal, Danny Glover, always been a different nigga, I ain’t wit the same shit,
always on a another move
I ain’t with the lame shit
Ain’t got shit to prove
Never worried bout the next
Cause my life been kinda crazy
Caught me loafing, not again
I ain’t ready for the dirt
I ain’t fucking wit the hurst
Swear my life it been a curse
Filled wit too much repetition
Had to break that fucking cycle
Even though it was too late
Fuck fate
But I gotta keep it moving
For I really fucking lose it
Lucid
Nights
Had me rolling up a Lucy
Iont even do he ciggs
And I can’t fucking lie
Dancing wit the devil
Had me clinging to the past
Savage in the mental
Got me thinking life a drag
Standing in the middle
Thinking what the fucking it was