Testi

I remember those nights of goin' hungry wishin' I could be so rich Wakin' up early every morning Man like fuck I hate this shit Smoking bud all by myself The neighborhood is where I'm found The headphones bumpin' in my ears like there is no one else around A cigarette to ease the stress I burn the day away in vain Ain't got no guidance in my life This youthful strife it brings me pain What the fuck I'm supposed to do This minimum wage just ain't enough The times were tough But I grew up and gained some nuts and knuckled up Make the best with what you're given Face ya fears and show ya heart If you get knocked to the ground Just dust yourself off and restart What I tell myself to keep me sane I need the strength to find my way Wasn't raised to be no bitch I hold my chin high till this day With an overbearing sometimes manic attitude My words so rude The ones in charge can't seem to stand it Cause I ain't no fuckin' fool You're just a tool If you believe that there ain't more than what we see Explore your life before it ends There ain't no second chances to breathe No need to give up on this world See we all have our problems What are we supposed to do when we're surrounded by the dramas Of those others who may suffer on this earth it feels so cold The future's looking dim my friend so now you've been awoke Thinkin' on those times feelin' lonely Wishin' I could disappear Off in my room actin' crazy Mane like fuck I hate this shit But now that I'm grown, I swear I miss the simple problems as a kid All these bills they creep up on us then you're gone This life's a bitch Everyday is such a struggle So I smoke this fuckin' weed to my head Nobody knows I'm fighting a sickness I tend to just keep to myself The path that I've chosen has lead me to this So I walk with my chin up and piss in the wind As long as my brothers are here by my side I will never let go till we finish 'em Still sometimes I wake up early in the mornin' Like how in the hell did I make it through the night I know my pops ain't raise no bitch But mane it's hard to keep surviving when the system wants you dead I guess I'll work this 9 to 5 until I lose my breath It doesn't matter how bad you think you got it I promise there's somewhere worse So quit the crawlin' Get back on them feet The Devil eventually comes for us all You can't escape from evil So swang your fists and break 'em off before you fall beneath No need to give up on this world See we all have our problems What is a man to do when all we have are broken options Everyone is bound to suffer on this earth It feels so cold The future's lookin' dim my friend Your fate, it can't be chosen
Writer(s): Gage Beasley, Ryan Baker, Ryan Campbell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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