Dari
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zaire Staten
Songwriter
Lirik
I'm finally up
A lop-sided concussion
In my ears, this bitch yelling
Percussion
Listen here
Tales of a failed husband
I use to see B and Jay on some us shit
Then I learned
That you really can't rush it
Then I heard that the bullet did touch him
Did the viewing but I can't do the funeral
Sorry Dog, know I love you
But I gotta go
And you left so sudden
Where the rest go
**** where the rest go
Any **** speaking on ya
Gotta say it with they muthafuckin chest Doe
That's fact
This is death row
Jordy Jord
I ain't forget you the lord know
Stress got me
I feel the pain in my torso
Fake smiles
These bitches reading my horoscope
Little do they know
I be kind of low
I don't do the bickering
Or the back and forth
You ain't gotta see my side
When I feel opposed
I ain't really finna try
When it's leave me lone
I ain't really down to die for the bullshit
But I will just shoot it out will all dem
Then I remember
That I'm something that lord sent
Then I remember
That I'm something that the lord said
Absolute, 100% Gold Grain
I'm so ten-toes
That my toes ache
I'm so me
I'm shocked at what they don't say
I know peace
I can't give you more days
It's like I said , I'm out my coma
The comme des garcon is on me
The liquor I do condone it
They hate when a **** honest
Hate when a **** love em
They hate when a **** leave em
Love when a **** want em
They love to see **** bleeding
Baby pass me them tweezers
I'm picking out all of them bullets
Picking out all of dem backstabs, insecurities, boogers
**** dont cry, that's rubbish
Cried when they took my ****
Cried when she took love from me
Cried before tryna kill 'em
And cried when he took that from me
I'm starting to see the picture
Picture don't got no frame
But I'm starting to see it clear
When you fucking wit something
You gotta hold it for dear
Taking nothing for granted
Take it in when it's real
Leave it when it feel scripted
Leave it when you feel ill
Love is fucking bananas
Some **** be getting peeled
Kicked this shit to my momma
This type of shit you could feel
Yeah
Written by: Zaire Staten