Damaged
Big mind as the centerfold
Why'd you think I'm staying centered for
Just big vibes come and get the boy
Why'd you think you gon forget the boy
I was tryna find a chill attachment
Till I knew that I was meant to build the masses
Knew that I was meant to shine
Dimwits never get the light
You think you lit, but no you live a lie
You kinda lost your light to evil plights
Took me long enough to realize
I was ridin' with the full clip times 3 and tripled up to nines
We was buildin' up a shrine
Billin' up a vibe, charge it to the game
Children of the night trynna make a way
Way, way, way back when
When the chance was way slight slim
And the picture was way tiny widdit
Tryna switch the world way up out of this madness
Ive had it, I'm damaged, I've had it
Yeeeeeeeeah
Walk up in the booth and yeah I'm weeded (Yeah I'm weeded)
Yeah, she let me hit the pack like I don't need it (Like I don't need it)
Yeah, I left her in the past cause she don't need me (She don't need me)
Back then she ain't want me, now she feignin' (Now she feignin')
I been drippin' since the start, you niggas on and off (You niggas on and off)
I'ma run up all these bands and spend it with my mom (Spend it with my mom)
I'ma get a lotta shit, that's all the shit I want (All the shit I want)
I'ma set a rendezvous so we can bump it off (Bump it off)
Yeah, floatin' off the ground, I don't need a way down
Aye, come correct wit energy or none to say now
Bitch we grown, we got bills, we need pay now
Yeah, we not givin' fucks, we givin' sage out
Aye, aye, aye
Yeah, I'm feelin' ignorant, yuh
Lil burn take your house down like cigarettes, yeah
I just want connect wit your ligaments, aye
Never gave no fuck bout your pigment
Fuck all that shit they be sayin'
We could be Super Saiyan, that's all that I'm sayin'
If we just work with no hate, if we just fuel up the plane
We can go way in, we can go way up, aye
Shit I'll pass it for the lay up, homie let's stay up, aye
I got your back if you got me, just say yeah
I get the team on a drip like it's Naya
That's just a promise, that's just a fact though
Out in Bahamas, wit all my brothers, workin' on backstroke
Line up the commas, divide up the stacks though
That's on my partner, that's on my momma
That's just a fact though
Why'd you think I'm staying centered for
Just big vibes come and get the boy
Why'd you think you gon forget the boy
I was tryna find a chill attachment
Till I knew that I was meant to build the masses
Knew that I was meant to shine
Dimwits never get the light
You think you lit, but no you live a lie
You kinda lost your light to evil plights
Took me long enough to realize
I was ridin' with the full clip times 3 and tripled up to nines
We was buildin' up a shrine
Billin' up a vibe, charge it to the game
Children of the night trynna make a way
Way, way, way back when
When the chance was way slight slim
And the picture was way tiny widdit
Tryna switch the world way up out of this madness
Ive had it, I'm damaged, I've had it
Yeeeeeeeeah
Walk up in the booth and yeah I'm weeded (Yeah I'm weeded)
Yeah, she let me hit the pack like I don't need it (Like I don't need it)
Yeah, I left her in the past cause she don't need me (She don't need me)
Back then she ain't want me, now she feignin' (Now she feignin')
I been drippin' since the start, you niggas on and off (You niggas on and off)
I'ma run up all these bands and spend it with my mom (Spend it with my mom)
I'ma get a lotta shit, that's all the shit I want (All the shit I want)
I'ma set a rendezvous so we can bump it off (Bump it off)
Yeah, floatin' off the ground, I don't need a way down
Aye, come correct wit energy or none to say now
Bitch we grown, we got bills, we need pay now
Yeah, we not givin' fucks, we givin' sage out
Aye, aye, aye
Yeah, I'm feelin' ignorant, yuh
Lil burn take your house down like cigarettes, yeah
I just want connect wit your ligaments, aye
Never gave no fuck bout your pigment
Fuck all that shit they be sayin'
We could be Super Saiyan, that's all that I'm sayin'
If we just work with no hate, if we just fuel up the plane
We can go way in, we can go way up, aye
Shit I'll pass it for the lay up, homie let's stay up, aye
I got your back if you got me, just say yeah
I get the team on a drip like it's Naya
That's just a promise, that's just a fact though
Out in Bahamas, wit all my brothers, workin' on backstroke
Line up the commas, divide up the stacks though
That's on my partner, that's on my momma
That's just a fact though
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Sahakian
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