Paroles

No I fucking can't Stop spitting Up all night as the clocks spinning Switch them lanes cause i've been driven Been wanting a life that i've been wishing was mine Eyes on the prize But that means everything else out of sight I don't see light I hate my life Just another blind guy doing time I guess thats fine But it ain't I numb my soul with weed and drank Cause no one cares bout what you think They only see whats in your bank Well i'm still broke But still have hope That one of these days I can reach my goals To give this world every part of my soul With the rhymes I wrote And the time I devote You know I don't sleep and thats real (What) Up making them deal (Hah) And while your working the grill (Huh) I'm tryna flip them mills (Whoo) Tryna pay for meal (Word) Cause Micky-D's don't fill me The modern times gone kill me I'm wondering if i'm still me I don't know Heart cold, sometimes I feel like a lost soul I feel i'm walking down the wrong road But thats the road that i've worked for And thats the flow that i've searched for Put time, put money, sold merch for Work away every day I hurt for But you bury my name Whats the dirt for (And thats low) And i'm mad about it But I wont sit talking shit about it No I wont quit even when surrounded Buy friends with guns and bats Tipping their hats so they don't see crap They call me next day saying, "Where you at" So we can all match and smoke this fat They all just laugh, talking bitter and smack But those the friends that be holding you back You might brag thinking thats just wack Well take a look at the map And just look what you have In every other snap There's a crook just as bad It's sad to see this monstrosity And how we feel the need To gradually crush the dreams We use to seek Before this thing That was made way back "Technology" And now, we clown We get up on the mound That's it But we only throwing down With fists Cause the hate is how we're bound To it So you hop up on my feed And spit Some disrespectful things To get That feeling your a king Well shit Your living in a dream Admit Their ain't no way you gone stop me (No) Till I get a million copies (Sold) When I get my story finally (Told) Coming out the cold, and the beast takes form It's time to unleash these thoughts I think With the power of all my wrath And i'm sorry if you want me to quit Because I fucking can't (No I can't, No I can't, No I can't) (No I can't stop spitting) (No I can't stop winning) (No I can't stop spitting) (No I can't stop winning this shit)
Writer(s): Tegan Powell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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