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I feel stuck in a box I saw Jesus walk (Ay) Gotta tap in my thoughts, I'm still me I don't care what I think Sick of the drugs, round of applause Stuck in a polo, I'm pretty in pink I go way up Sauce, sauce I been lost, lost Keep it honest Thinkin' too much got me caught up I been off track, feelin' locked up Lost in a blank face, seen a lot of blank faced smiles on a pay day Wake up in the mornin realize it's all the same Feelin' bad, yellin' May Day Got me on the stairs tip-toein' Spliff rollin', while my life gone coastin' Think about the shit I gotta do to make a memory Shit been on the the move too quick, need some therapy Guess I'll make a note to it I been feelin' down broke, I'm losin' all my hope I'm startin' to gain fear, I'm back on this tight rope I'm lost in dim lights but back in my zone I'm gone, I lost fate, well take a minute I don't know when my life gonna drop, I get it I ain't tryna lose this I'll prove shit to show you Don't trust me and act like I know you Flowers in a glass vase Layin' on a new grave Under is the old ways Tombstone say the young days Prickles grow on my face Sugar ain't the same taste Midnight, new day Flippin' to the next page Sippin' 'til the lights fade Lookin' through my camera Tryna find my old face, tryna find my old face What happened to my face? What happened to my face? Hate that they tell me what to do The second I'm all in, the minute it's all through So I'mma let it begin, I'mma get it how I'm gonna get it Even if I'm lying through my teeth, you know I'm in it to win it I'mma bend, flip, stretch lyrics like I'm workin' gymnastics Lil' bitch, call me Mr. Fantastic I ain't had nothin' but a pot to piss in Give me freedom, give me death 'til im winnin' Whippin' Civics, I ain't got the gas to make it back to the crib And in a minute I'mma get it back Fuck it I'm never relaxed, I'm way too attached I Can't tell, won't tell you Ixnay, bitch made I Sink in float my boat Bring it back, bring it back Back stab, broke that trust Day in, day out I work hard play hard we Run it up, run it up I been way up Sauce, sauce Shit, I work my ass off Keep it honest I been lost, lost Cut out the brakes to my car so the ride don't slow No drive and the ride won't go Devil on my shoulder telling me to push the pedal With an angel on the other side busy crying, hoe I make moves Steady I level the dudes My people just know how I move in the cracks and the grooves Grimy is just how I do Keep it 100 that's truth (Ay) Demon face in the shadows when I walk I'm moving past it Creepin' real late when it's active Hope the skeletons up in your closet don't catch you It's anything that's liable for cash moves (Uh) People cry because they really want the bag But they don't wanna work, act causal (Hey, hey) Think I got the time for the vision Might snap to a nigga on stage with the hammer might blast you Work is the center of all of this I called it quits with like all the college kids (Hey, hey, hey) Traveled from campus to campus Who thought I'd end up with like all of this polished shit? (All of this) Diamond and gold what I'm rocking I pull up and flaunt this like nobody jacking this (Jacking this) Carry the weight from whatever I slide up on you if you say you is not with this
Writer(s): Connor Stankevich, Hank Collins, Aidan Ostby, Caleb Hoh, Julian Segar-reid, Sam Paulino Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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