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VVS overbite, I roll the dice Thinking about a corporate life, froze like the coldest night Looking out of the world from a ledge hoping like Maybe if I smoke myself to death, I won't be so precise, so pristine Used to paying for a open mic Bones killed the microphone, you, you just hold the mic Pimp like Dolemite, high like dragonite Me against the world, results that show they ain't half as nice A creature of habit, you keep on the Pateks I don't need a clock to tell me when to bring you the static I'ma pressed juice addict, got the jars in the attic Don't act like you get down when you ain't even heard of Cracker I hope you got a backup, plan b or something 'Cause when I go and get to bussin' You'll be gone somewhere recovering Too cash, I'm hovering Women they be loving it TeamSESH stamped in their brain, steady buffering What, Bones, Sesh, Dead-Boy, what The thing that hurts the most, I know when I'm too stubborn To even see your son, cause I don't want to see his mother Thinking about what she did to you, I'm filled with hate Wish that I could take away your pain but it's too late Now I only see your face in the dreams that I have Every night I go to sleep, I hope it happens again It's funny 'cause you were 20, I pictured you as a kid Around the time we first met, it was like seven or six Made me cry like a bitch for writing this shit Didn't even know you did drugs, maybe you were embarrassed by it Or maybe the distance between us physically kept me out of it But it kills me to know it took other people to even hear about it I know, you didn't mean for this to happen Yeah I know, all you wanted to be was happy Yeah I know, you didn't mean for this to happen Yeah I know, all you wanted to be was happy, what
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Elmo O Connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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