Lyrics

Too many days been wasted Too many days been faded Too many times I've said to my day one This time I think I've made it Too many days of stress Too many days I'm a mess Too many times they chat my name But not once said it with chest They say I take life too serious I think them G's are delirious I hustle so many goals it's mysterious So many wanna chill, they wanna bill with us Grind up the bud and have a beer with us When you drink too much you get imperious Where's all the love all I hear is lust You girls fuck man, you wouldn't even hug Groove on the mic In my element I could never loose on the mic All you hear is boos on the mic I hope their still keen on the kids dream It's been a mood and a vibe Choosing your side Done with them guys Know where you stand Independent G like a one man band Life never ended the way that I planned I'm hooked on my man took his heart and I ran Too many days been wasted Too many days been faded Too many times I've said to my day one This time I think I've made it Too many days of stress Too many days I'm a mess Too many times they chat my name But not once said it with chest Not once said with breast Queen of the road It's only right they invest Planting my seeds You know what I reap gon' be bless The come up makes up for the stress The flower grew out of the mess The gutters teach u finesse Trophies, bro please I could never be a ladder for you I'm sorry if my motivations bores you I've been around man who broke the law too I'm tryna break the cycle But the weight just pains my spinal Some man just move so primal But the hooks of change r vital Half four leaf clover half ital Look in the mirror And I see my idol Don't fuck with me That's cool I don't like you And our bond to me ain't vital So goodbye fool You were tryna taint my character Mirror my motive scavenger Vex cause my booked up calendar Soaring above your calibre Your heart ain't got the stamina Rookie moves so amateur Deadass yute ambassador I try breathe slow usually burn incense that's lavender Cause these kinda things aren't new to me The greed eats them it's a massacre Too many days been wasted Too many days been faded Too many times I've said to my day one This time I think I've made it Too many days of stress Too many days I'm a mess Too many times they chat my name But not once said it with chest Too many days been wasted Too many days been faded Too many times I've said to my day one This time I think I've made it Too many days of stress Too many days I'm a mess Too many times they chat my name But not once said it with chest
Writer(s): Jaya Gordon-moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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