Life of Amir

Living inside here is fucking weird
There's problems passing by and they're pretty near
I smoke a little blunt and is a sin
You fucking attitude, its fucking depresing
Do I sin?
Im deep in
Depression and chronic anxiety
When people look at me they say I'm okay and free
Do you notice in my eyes that there has been bunch o' tears
That when I'm alone in bed it is only fear I feel
Aye
Connection passing threw a pathway of the truth
When we spinning the the kind of the feeling smooth
Its fucking cruel, I'm in a duel, I need oh my fuel, clean the souls of fool
Fucking new way to act what you do, coming straight to you
Ooh
Coming like cum in the face of common white girl that is coming from commercial crews
Rapping to rapper type beat, therapeutic the way that my lyrics confusing the Kennedy fan
Candy crushing the act while I smoke in a can can I feel it again can I wreck and amaze me

With your ass sets
Can you pass it
Let me type it
Lyrics write it
Can I hide it
In the pine tree
So you can feel
What I can deal
What my brain meals
It aint plastic
Like your fake tits
Or your fake fit
Or your su preme
Or that shit in
Which you smoke with
Or this fake world
Or this fake friends
Fuck your fake girl
O your fake trends
This the take for
For my strange end
This my sticks end

I am a young soul that is looking for a mate
My brains capacity is a horizontal eight
Im slow but drastic like the brownie you just ate
Attacking you like a coyote das been dead
For about 6 months of it
I haven't smoked on the meds
Then I took a little breath
Now my rapping very wet
Feeding my own self with my meat is fucking red
Cannibalistic nigga I'm on a brain only di et
I like this pretty girl I think that she does ballet
I think she has a man and she know that I don't care
Now her man just wants to beat my ass he know that I'm aware
He tried to sneak diss me, and we aint even had affairs
Nigga no wanna fight he think it aint fair
I just got a fat dick won't beat you with it
And I don't wanna fight but for her I will
Now this bitch. Surprised me. With the shit she deals

With her ass sets
And her fine face
Let me like it
On the gram pic
Look that fine chic
And her white face
And the nice ass
And the fake smile
Do I like her?
Or wanna smash her
Gotta try her
Maybe I like her
Got some nice hair
Give me nice air
Which you smoke with
Or this fake world
Or this fake friends
Fuck your fake girl
O your fake trends
This the take for
For my strange end
This my sticks end

Depression and rhythm we combine the douce, counting with you
Aye
We flowing like this supersonical flue, sickening truth
Cause whenever I look right in you
All that I see I that you are a tool
You're been controlled cause your fool ish
And I do wish
That you wash dish
Lyrics watch this
Flow attack ing
Smell like cat piss
Cause you can't diss
Find a mis take
You cant pass it
Aye
Flowing with shit when I vomit the comets in clouds
Painting the stories around
We really aint trynna get clout

Dormant the infants they cannot hold impact
And trynna be kind to the counting bill counter
Cause bank aint a part of the past that I type
For the type that I write aint fans
What I'm trying for is misunderstood
But that who I write for the people I idol
I call this my bible just look at the title
I true in what trying for we holding a kite in the park so let HOOOLDDD

With your ass sets
Can you pass it
Let me type it
Lyrics write it
Can I hide it
In the pine tree
So you can feel
What I can deal
What my brain meals
It aint plastic
Like your fake tits
Or your fake fit
Or your su preme
Or that shit in
Which you smoke with
Or your fake friends
Or you fake trends
Im the new trend
Chill the new best
He the king hell
Painting stor ies