Lyrics

Was born in the shadow Be tough as the crowds in Apollo 'Cause life is a bitch with a ammo She sucking and swallow Keep every word short like staccatos I sin like Gomorrah and Sodom I'm friends with my sorrow Stuck in a path and its narrow Fucked in a world that is shallow Was told, "Never follow" Straight to the point like the arrows Smoking this joint in soprano Nightmare trees I plant in dreams Depression trees That grow like weeds My blood on leaves A waste of genes Overweight shit like my waist in jeans Playing my sins, what a wasted scene Living on edge, should I take this leap? Demons in bed, say the bullet might help Couples shot to the head And you sleep real deep I need peace, sleep, energy Tryna dream again All I see seas drowning me Tryna breathe again What's the cost? Lost family Nothing I could gain Or feel again Just turned 23, still ain't free from pain I need peace, sleep, energy Tryna dream again All I see seas drowning me Tryna breathe again What's the cost? Lost family Nothing I could gain Or feel again Just turned 23, still ain't free from pain Don't need 20 more reasons Soul been bleeding Gun to my head should be easy Way too close to my demons Mind full of legions Pray I wake if I'm dreaming Light in my eyes, sure dimming, uh Days seem dark no meaning, uh Drowning with gills No bills to cover my bills These pills might kill me, uh Piano is playing So many keys feeling hollow and sorrow I might go insane Mind full of chain So many whips on my spirit I promise I'm done with the pain Physical plane Feels like I'm tired of living The stresses just can't be explained Done with the rain Feels like I'm falling too deep And I'm drowning a clog in the drain I need peace, sleep, energy Tryna dream again All I see seas drowning me Tryna breathe again What's the cost? Lost family Nothing I could gain Or feel again Just turned 23, still ain't free from pain I need peace, sleep, energy Tryna dream again All I see seas drowning me Tryna breathe again What's the cost? Lost family Nothing I could gain Or feel again Just turned 23, still ain't free from pain S.O.S. - Smoking On Soprano S.O.S. - Smoking On Soprano S.O.S. - Smoking On Soprano S.O.S. (ayy) S.O.S. (ayy) S.O.S. - Smoking On Soprano S.O.S. - Smoking On Soprano S.O.S. - Smoking On Soprano S.O.S. (ayy) S.O.S. (ayy, ayy) (Smoke)
Writer(s): Michael Cerda, Wale Idris Onuzurike, Rytch Carrenard, Jahleel Owens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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