No Drama

Gotta fight for that breathe
And Then you die for the rest
Gotta make it so I'm breaking every bone from my chest

Wear my heart on my wrist
Bet my all on this shit
When I'm gone never try to say you loved me and

I stopped seeing with my eyes
With these demons in my mind
And those thoughts of suicide
Gotta make it do or die

Ya

Feel it in your bones
When you're screaming all alone
Tryna picture better times on
In a broken frame of mind

Well

Back in 95
Im opening my eyes
Im waking to a big world
But I can't be shy

And

Mama said she love me
Nothing ever hurt you
I'm her whole world
Kept me safe like her virtue

But it ain't that simple
When Daddy had to go
Only 23 with his whole life left to grow

Mama 21 and we both kicked out
Had a find a place to live
So mama brush the doubt

Mama Mama
You don't need no drama
You don't have to cry
We can live our life comma

I won't let you down
Even though we had our days
Mama you will rest your eyes
On some Gucci pillows paid

But it takes time and I gave it all away
Mama sorry that If changed but this world is not for me

Still your baby boy the homies call me beast ya
Lurking working
Hunting for that feast and

Dad told me never lie
Never cry
If you wanna die
Boy look up you can touch the sky

Ya

You can touch the sky
Have it any way you like
Dad I'm sorry
Probably not the man you wouldve like

I
Fallen
Got me thinking bout my life
Like how it get this bad
Guess I coulda took that right but Im swerving down this left street
Going down the wrong path
Can you help me I be trying

No it's not enough when it's hard to function
I be stressin
Learnin lessons
Passin tests and
Tryin phone home with no reception
Got me fucked up
Always something
Always something

Though it's not that easy
Live it breezy
Take a breathe
Let it go
Turn it up and take it easy

Oh the small things
And of all things
Kept us on the road
When we feeling cold
Watch me growing old

Mama Mama
You don't need no drama
You don't have to cry
We can live our life comma

I won't let you down
Even though we had our days
Mama you will rest your eyes
On some Gucci pillows paid

But it takes time and I gave it all away
Mama sorry that If changed but this world is not for me

Still your baby boy the homies call me beast ya
Lurking
Working
Hunting for that feast and