Done

Mama was a rolling stone
Papa never held his own
and he would pretend to be
god-like in hindsight
is he related
his face is escaping my memory incidentally I'm good
I was tossed to the wolves
I pulled myself out the hood
stood on my own
I was alone
roaming 'round the neighborhood
I heard the guns popping
clutching on a yellow walkman
Ed O. G. inside my headphones
the city lights is always watching
Murderers, Devils and
fiends are like zombies marching
my friends have been dying often
young kings that will lie in coffins
Boston my safe haven
tho many days
are laced in misfortune
I'm not wanted
we been disregarded
discarded
seems like they plotted
planned for our falling
life is shocking
This ain't earth
this is hell
fuck what you call it
fuck what you call it
fuck what you call it
We survived
the world's ills
Moms at work
Dads in jail
cops on that overkill
ain't no way I can pay these bills
I'm just looking for something that I can sell
Something small
not the cartel
I don't need the diamonds or GLD tho
I just want to get off of the carousel
life is way too real
they don't want us
they like us in hell
they want us to fail
that's just how I feel
They ain't miss no meals
they the ones who kill
whose been supplying these pills
Dorothy clicking heels
no place like home
no place like home
no place like home
I'm far too gone

I told the bartender
Fill up my cup
can't get enough
I'll be sipping
till the bottles done, done, done
and I ain't leaving till the fucking morning come

I told the bartender
Fill up my cup
can't get enough
I'll be sipping
till the bottles done, done, done
and I ain't leaving till the fucking morning come

As day comes
and night falls
For the rest of our lives we'll miss y'all
even tho life must go on
We still mourn while wishing y'all were home.
As day comes
and night falls
For the rest of our lives we'll miss y'all
and even tho life must go on
We still mourn while wishing y'all were home.

I work my issues in silence
Violence, bullets ain't got names
My Momma know that I'm wilding
I charge that shit to the game
I went from packing baggies
Cousin loading pistols to bang
Yeah we know
Niggas talking, Keep it low
Demons float
Dimelo
I store it all in my mental
We used to ride in that rental
We Got the drop in the September
We Wait it out til December
We probably lost the connection
fix the cost and prescription
I'm rolling large, beat the charge
Trying stay out the system
Nobody's fault tho
Who do you call for
I've been down by the cross roads
Pour rounds for them lost souls
Stay down, never lost toes
10 strong, keep my heart gold
Woah
Who do you blame
I Claim my own inhibition
I'm dodging scars
Broken hearts
Made me change up the vision
I need them cars, Superstars
Trying switch up the living
I played my part tho
Revealed them cards slow
I kept my heart cold
New pills to swallow

I told the bartender
Fill up my cup
can't get enough
I'll be sipping
till the bottles done, done, done
and I ain't leaving till the fucking morning come
I told the bartender
Fill up my cup
can't get enough
I'll be sipping
till the bottles done, done, done
and I ain't leaving till the fucking morning come

As day comes
and night falls
For the rest of our lives we'll miss y'all
even tho life must go on
We still mourn while wishing y'all were home.
As day comes
and night falls
For the rest of our lives we'll miss y'all
and even tho life must go on
We still mourn while wishing y'all were home.

We change the seasons
Sun up and down
It's almost like yesterday
It comes back around
And I try
To make it out alive
Don't wanna rewind
So many times
I'm so done.

I told the bartender
Fill up my cup
can't get enough
I'll be sipping
till the bottles done, done, done
and I ain't leaving till the fucking morning come
I told the bartender
Fill up my cup
can't get enough
I'll be sipping
till the bottles done, done, done
and I ain't leaving till the fucking morning come



Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Pope, Janos Fulop, Deon Correia, Jared Siegel
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