Rxoad -Kxll
Finna take an anti-depressant
Got me feeling closer to heaven
Feels like I'm stuck in a dead-end
And I will never remember
Why the fuck just last September
My fucking heart was just severed
Now as I write on this Paper I feel like I'm feeling better
(Ay, Ay, Ayyy)
I don't know
I just find, I just been up in my mind
Walking, talking, telling people exactly why I'm feeling fine
I don't think I need advice
You gon try to feed me lies
All I know i need is patience
Give it time your surely make it
Don't let the hate flood in your head and lose ayour concentration
They hate you but never face you so ain't no way they'll replace you
And tho they might be goood
They never walk in through the back door
I fucking wish they wouuuuld
Come on in if y'all gonna want that smoke
Do you care to bring your toooool?
They just fucking want me off these roads
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Uh, society gave me that anxiety evil lurking round the corner people keep on eying me
I stand my ground they frying me I'm touching poison ivy
Every time i try to relate to the rappers behind me
Uh, everybody heats there pencil when I body an instrumental
Never had advice parental I go mental it's consequential and confidential
When I rot your teeth dental your girl was brought to me sensual
Ima just rock her cheeks sexual
I lost my genetics I don't even care when I said it offended
I feel through the game and I need paramedics
I'm flipping and dipping and skipping and sticking my dick in without a constriction
Top of the game and I know it I don't even care if you write as a poet
(Nuh, nuh, nuh)
(Nuh, nuh, nuh)
Face it I'm twisted my fucking rhymes are explicit
If you didn't hear it you missed it always kick ass never kiss it
Please listen to my vision before they kill it my soul intent
Is to finish and be the god of the pen and be the denis the menace
To all the wack emcees who fashionably wanna just stack the cheese and rep the streets
How you a Shoota? Can't even clap these beats or sing to "Z" you won't beat me
And tho they might be goood
They never walk in through the back door
I fucking wish they wouuuuld
Come on in if y'all gonna want that smoke
Do you care to bring your toooool?
They just fucking want me off these roads
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Got me feeling closer to heaven
Feels like I'm stuck in a dead-end
And I will never remember
Why the fuck just last September
My fucking heart was just severed
Now as I write on this Paper I feel like I'm feeling better
(Ay, Ay, Ayyy)
I don't know
I just find, I just been up in my mind
Walking, talking, telling people exactly why I'm feeling fine
I don't think I need advice
You gon try to feed me lies
All I know i need is patience
Give it time your surely make it
Don't let the hate flood in your head and lose ayour concentration
They hate you but never face you so ain't no way they'll replace you
And tho they might be goood
They never walk in through the back door
I fucking wish they wouuuuld
Come on in if y'all gonna want that smoke
Do you care to bring your toooool?
They just fucking want me off these roads
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Uh, society gave me that anxiety evil lurking round the corner people keep on eying me
I stand my ground they frying me I'm touching poison ivy
Every time i try to relate to the rappers behind me
Uh, everybody heats there pencil when I body an instrumental
Never had advice parental I go mental it's consequential and confidential
When I rot your teeth dental your girl was brought to me sensual
Ima just rock her cheeks sexual
I lost my genetics I don't even care when I said it offended
I feel through the game and I need paramedics
I'm flipping and dipping and skipping and sticking my dick in without a constriction
Top of the game and I know it I don't even care if you write as a poet
(Nuh, nuh, nuh)
(Nuh, nuh, nuh)
Face it I'm twisted my fucking rhymes are explicit
If you didn't hear it you missed it always kick ass never kiss it
Please listen to my vision before they kill it my soul intent
Is to finish and be the god of the pen and be the denis the menace
To all the wack emcees who fashionably wanna just stack the cheese and rep the streets
How you a Shoota? Can't even clap these beats or sing to "Z" you won't beat me
And tho they might be goood
They never walk in through the back door
I fucking wish they wouuuuld
Come on in if y'all gonna want that smoke
Do you care to bring your toooool?
They just fucking want me off these roads
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Credits
Writer(s): Deanthony Gonzales
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