Lyrics

Don't get out of pocket And you talk too much can you throw check Got too much shit in these pockets I don't want my coat no coat check Only 20 not enough to finish college I repeat pot smoke young ghost shit Take em out when they show such promise How the world done got so cold yeah Peep game yeah I peep those blottin' Stay away from the boy like "stop that" Fake news 'bout you gon' surface That ain't got no legs they doxin' Bad vibes I don't need those options Stay away cut 'em off like tonsils Life's a game but it's not no console No respawn stay mindful When the rain fall down We gon' all get wet When the day get rough We gots all these tests Life's too short and we all be stressed But we still woke up so we all be blessed Just another kid from the city tryna shine like them But I'm not like them well we all be pressed There's enough for us both we gon' all be fed Get it while you can we gon' all be dead Yeah Soon enough Some sooner than others Why they here, be there for your brothers Tell your sisters you love em So I ain't got no time for the bad shit Cause we all live fast in the crashes So I hold my hand look past them Don't get out of pocket And you talk too much can you throw check Got too much shit in these pockets I don't want my coat no coat check Only 20 not enough to finish college I repeat pot smoke young ghost shit Take em out when they show such promise How the world done got so cold yeah (How the world done got so cold yeah) Cutting of ties following suit Only implies to do what you told Talk from the heart Don't want to be owned So nobody's old except for the bros Drinking again my girl with a pose But she doesn't hold the weight on my head Only way I get away from the stress But every tomorrow I'm running again Don't really know who I'm running against Maybe it's me making my bed So, nobody look at the sheets What you see not what it seems Fuck it I'm vexed Therapist say I'm depressed But where am I going from here When I walk out of this session the session begins Don't let that go over your head I got some family I worry about Starting to feel they worry about me Way more than I be worrying about them Cause I keep everything buried beneath Chill with the guys, staying out late All of the trauma we try to escape Then I'm on tour feel like I'm Thor And I get back and it's worse than before Can I find balance in living this life Being with my girl she want something more Know she deserves everything that she wants But I just struggle to even the score All of the feelings I try to ignore Always come knock at the door What the fuck am I still doing this for
Writer(s): Canis Major, Jesse Cordasco Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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