300 Days / Spiral

Yung Peary
I’ve been out of it lately I got you bro
I’ll spit some fire real quick
Heart feeling hollow
Drowning in sorrow
Thinking 'bout your future bitch I’m thinking 'bout tomorrow
Weighed down by clouds screams and repents
Murder round me hearing crows
This shit don’t make no sense
Man it ain’t even funny
How these days seem to fade
And I should be getting money
Got me working like a slave
And shit its been months why I ain’t get paid
Why I gotta drown this mental cascade
What you think it’s funny?
Then why my friends in the grave
Man I’d like to fly away
Escape from this torture
But for my health i gotta stay
Got me feelin' like a vulture
Tried to do shit right
Fate still wanted me to fall
Those were some days i’d just want to end it all
No more being pushed around YP the new sculptor
You know Yung Peary yeah I do it for the Culture
Save myself then save the people fate lays off
See a new horizon coming up 300 days off
Once I hit 300 more man you know that imma Take off
I feel empty inside
I can’t carry on
I’m ballin' on the outside
Catch me in Louis Vuitton
I’m fuckin' on yo girl
She like my big tulip
But I ain’t wit dat bullshit
I’m gon make her hit a two six
I’m ballin out tonight
Grab my stick tonight
I can’t trust nobody
I can’t even trust my bro, no
Fuckin on yo girl
I feel like a hoe
Really doe like really doe
This is what I need bro
Off the lean, xans, weed
I remember OD’in'
I can’t remember shit
But I got yo bitch on my dick
I make her do a split
Until she squirt all on my shit
Fuckin' on yo fuckin' bih
Fuckin' on yo fuckin' bih
Fuckin' on yo fuckin' bih
Fuckin' on yo fuckin' bih
I feel suicidal at least once a day
My life is horrible my life all astray
I’m just tryna get paid
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