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And this bout the 4th time This year I done thought about ending it all But I'm scared to push forth on the trigger In New York, with my niggas We don't milly rock But I feel like the source of my dance It's Extorted by liquor With hopes i could cover these pigeon toes My dopamine levels is dipping low The closeness of dreams in proximity Never outweighs all the feelings i didn't show My demons been throwing they C's up I'm stuck in the blues my nigga My peace been disrupted for weeks I don't know what to do my nigga Feel like I'm letting down half of my team I feel like I'm Kuzma nigga Sometimes I feel useless nigga Ausar has been telling me lately I need to just put all my fear aside Is it really "essential" I wear my whole faith on my sleeve Just to show i got "Fear Of God" If you seen my credentials Then you know that a nigga Like me not for teary eyes But this GROWNISH I fight on the daily Is Chloe and Hailey And Yara Sharidi vibes I'm like Kenya Barris Knowing the fact That my pen won't fail us I'm sign on the dot So they pay me cash And pray they don't hate me Like Stacy dash Every player I played with Said paper's amazing For building Mache To display my craft I'm Picasso but locked on the style An apostle who's passion Could topple the masters A God Free to the walk cross the Nile But i struggle with benching these demons Above me I know for a fact I'm not swole enough You could tell by my ugly And how much she love me My shawty deserves more to hold her up Origami look lovely But baby don't trust me enough To think bitches won't fold me up Moral compass is losing direction Sorting conflicts With ruthless aggression More despondent when using affection And my honesty Worst than these lies It's like comedy service in session Every time i say we gon be fine She convinced that our worst days Need some first aid But she scared to apply it She more so prepared for dividing And this bout the 4th time This year I done thought about ending it all But I'm scared to push forth on the trigger In New York, with my niggas We don't milly rock But i feel like the source of my dance It's Extorted by liquor With hopes i could cover these pigeons toes My dopamine levels is dipping low The closeness of dreams in proximity Never outweighs all the feelings i didn't show My demons been throwing they C's up I'm stuck in the blues my nigga My peace been disrupted for weeks I don't know what to do my nigga Feel like I'm letting down half of my team I feel like I'm Kuzma nigga Sometimes I feel useless nigga D Book, The way this sun shine When they finally see nigga glory Skipping my story To see the result Is a shame Cause i tried to share it They gon say I'm like Cole But imposter syndrome Make me feel like Tobias Harris They gon say I birth Gold But that often brings lows When living like Midas Parents I don't feel moved no more Curb my enthusiasm When i fake laugh I don't feel amused no more I work for the views im after But that Drake shit Ain't what I pursue no more Tryna put Mizz in Seattle Asia been down for the A Nile want a fenced in Castle Things feel different When you gotta couple niggas on yo backside Praying that this ship don't cap size Playing with this shit will attract flies Playing like the clips Will just turn you Doc River Every nigga is convinced you the bad guy Been there Done that Bad Vibes Still got demons from past lives Feeling like everything Changes the minute you seize every hour Inside the clock I ain't been settling lately To win it I need to be netting on every shot Depression meddling greatly To end it Believe me I'm never gon let it stop Where i go And this bout the 4th time This year I done thought about ending it all But I'm scared to push forth on the
Writer(s): Christin Patrick, Romel Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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