Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bleary
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Hilgendorf
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Waytoolost
Producer
Lirik
What's up my g's, my dogs, my people
That've been hearin' me for way too long?
And I'm uh, sorry about that but uh, you know
I can't quit rappin'
I gotta make it, I guess, happen I gotta
Mix some shit like it ain't crap'n
Everything don't die slow
Try to hit me with the tai Bo'
But got a big 'ol turtle shell
And I bring pizza wherever that I go
Do a lot of instrumentals but no shows
There's so many people that I can no longer be with
But I just can't be alone anymore
I can't trust me by myself
God can't trust my by myself
I've got 3 knives' stabs in my knees and my eyelids
Couple more weak lies 'fore guys see how I live
Everybody dies in my eyes by when I'm there
I'm just tryin', I'm just tryna finally shine clear but I be
Tainted by all the weed of course
OCs, the kratom, the alcohol, what more?
The Zany, the coke, believe me I'm Ghost
I try to be somethin' better but I am dreaming at most
I'm outta time, baby
I don't know why I try baby
I don't know I don't know why I continue to try, baby, yeah, yeah
I don't wanna be here
I'm losin', I'm messin' up all my keys lately
I'm just endlessly tired dog
So bloody tired dog
Put a controller in my hands
Let get the freak up outta here
I don't got no sibilance of energy
I'm dying, it's weird, I'm wired it's clear
Beautiful sky when it crumbles and it falls
It got my hands tied back against the wall
Get a little playful so I tumble and I crawl
I'm running' for the, uh, I'm runnin' 'til you call me
Baby, was it you I saw here? Call me
Lately I'm just tryin' to save me, ain't you sorry, baby?
I'm the oldest one, uh
I'm the coldest one, uh
I can't hold this one, uh
I just wanna go soon
But I ain't clean yo
Clean
Ooh, ah it's a new, tuca' (clean)
I'm new, ma, look into my eyes (clean)
I remain the same true guy (clean), I was from right out the gate
But you change (I ain't clean yo), muthafukka
And you can't, recognize my fuckin' name, anymore (clean)
So you say that I have changed (I ain't clean yo) but you can't realize that you di
Look into my eyes
You's a Judas
I don't wanna lie, baby
You knew this (clean, clean)
You knew this, baby you lie to me
Why you lie? Why you always gotta lie to me?
Lie to me
I'm goin' crazy
I'm feelin' preem
I'm feelin' Wonder love with the peeps yayo
Yayo (yayo, yayo)
I don't got nothin', 'cause nothin's really me
I'm too ice, baby, to the lice and the fleas in my spine now
I need time now
Things that I could to get a lot more energy
Then won't see people in this booth 'cause I crease the beat
With my tooth, the truth, but what I really speak
Isn't for you, for me, I gotta tell you the truth homie and
I was made to stumble, I was made to fall
Only made to crumble, crush against the wall
I was made to rumble, I'm made to go all-out (all-out)
Beat my head against it all and feel the fallout (fallout)
Homies are the people that are dyin' out
And I understand, yo
I'm your boy, yeah
Not your man, yo
Gettin' pumped now
I can't hang, yayo
Baby it's the same, yayo (baby it's the same, yayo)
I came up and I went straight down
Chasin' for the sky
The rule of my town
Do I know why? Yeah, yeah
I just wanna drown
In the sky baby longin' for the, for the ground
Six feet, baby, talkin' real dirty to me now
Written by: John Hilgendorf