Lyrics

Can't match the style nor the pow-uh Ain't no way the fire getting doused Lowkey bawse the ones that ain't with it we send 'em out 9 millie the city fuck yo town up, oh my god Look at dude, he done made it on the news He done did it now he rude Yup! down on my luck, and i on really give a, ugh I sweat and I bleed, uh, down on my feet when I need Do everything to keep ya, bumpin' me bumpin' me through ya speaker Til it's time to rest in peace, yuh! Just let me highlight this, highlight that Whatever's on the screen really went down like that And you get a choice, love it or hate it but I... Live my life behind a cracked screen Nothing what it seems Live my life behind a cracked screen Nothing is just what it seems Crack screens, device that used to fold Every thing that glitter can't be gold Everything that glitter cant be trusted Fuck it cause I ain't got time today People flexing insecurities on me My imperfections ain't gone cure you homie I used to think the money take the pain Got the money never felt the same I used to be the type Nigga that looked at tv and wanted to be like my heroes But then I met heroes along with some egos And realized they was just selling me dreams I used to be the type Nigga that walked through the mall and wished for the clothes in the window But then I evolved The window revealed that being myself is the finest of things Cracked screen Nothing what it seems Live my life behind a cracked screen Nothing is just what it seems Live my life behind a cracked screen Cracked screen Broken dreams Cracked screen Broken dreams I don't need no one To know what I'm worth I don't need no one To know I ain't perfect Don't need you To feel my own worth It's a waste of time Always tryna be perfect Some days down Some are way up My mood swings through the changes Can't get no sleep Gotta stay up and get to the chase Nobody sleeps in LA (no sleep in LA) Every year New phone New goals Cracked screen Broken dreams Fallen icons Got my dirty nikes on Don't wanna be perfect I'm just a real person Got stains on my shirt Mundane, overworked Don't idolize me it ain't worth it Live my life behind a cracked screen Nothing what it seems Live my life behind a cracked screen Nothing is just what it seems Cracked screen Broken dreams Cracked screen Broken dreams Cracked screen Broken dreams Cracked screen Broken dreams
Writer(s): Willem Ardui, Jeanvalery Atohoun, Tobie Speleman, Luther Nicholson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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