Victim.
Let that shit breathe
My momma used to yell at me for never speaking
Now she telling me to turn the shit down
If I could get to see a hundred thou' I'll get her a house
A nice pouch so she can soak in all the sun that she want
Cocaine flows though the brain goes insane to find the next word
I'm tripping on energy missing I'm sitting inside of my room tryna find the best verse
Head hurt, legs hurt, I'm tired from working an everyday job
Everyday hustling, struggling, over assumptions I'm making you proud
Am I making you proud?
Addressing myself in the form of a fan
How you expect me follow you when you ain't following me and my everyday stand?
Damn
Why I can't come with a regular stance?
Niggas that say they a man ain't really men when it's time to be a man
You saying I'm conscious I'm really conceded
Pouring this out of me, need a lobotomy then I could probably feel undefeated
Fuck an apology nigga I seen it
Him, her said it first then the third person saying that it's different
I got independent vision
I'm just writing out my script
In the Stu more than the kitchen
Power ranger with the shit
I could probably make you flip
Nights come, then them lights come, then the frightened getting light up with like 5 shots,
Then the frightened come enlightened, and we fighting, tryna fight back for the lost ones,
Saying this is food for the thoughts oh God
Oh God
Now I done played the victim too long I swear
Fighting with these negative thoughts I hear
Plant the words inside of my song then I heal
I will (I will)
Found myself alone on this road I swear
Behind the wheel I'm losing control I veer
To the left side of the spectrum praying for wisdom
Cause what goes up must come down
What goes up must come down
What goes up must come down
What goes up must come down
I'm down for the count whether it's 1, 2, 3 or 7 more I feel at ease
No pressure but I'm my biggest critic
So if I say this shit a classic then you know that I meant it
I'm requisitioned
Needed for higher purpose above these lines and these verses 
I publicize that we hurting we living life like it's cursive
Ohh God
Needed for higher purpose above these lines and these verses 
I publicize that we hurting we living life like it's cursive
Ohh God
I done played the victim too long I swear
My momma used to yell at me for never speaking
Now she telling me to turn the shit down
If I could get to see a hundred thou' I'll get her a house
A nice pouch so she can soak in all the sun that she want
Cocaine flows though the brain goes insane to find the next word
I'm tripping on energy missing I'm sitting inside of my room tryna find the best verse
Head hurt, legs hurt, I'm tired from working an everyday job
Everyday hustling, struggling, over assumptions I'm making you proud
Am I making you proud?
Addressing myself in the form of a fan
How you expect me follow you when you ain't following me and my everyday stand?
Damn
Why I can't come with a regular stance?
Niggas that say they a man ain't really men when it's time to be a man
You saying I'm conscious I'm really conceded
Pouring this out of me, need a lobotomy then I could probably feel undefeated
Fuck an apology nigga I seen it
Him, her said it first then the third person saying that it's different
I got independent vision
I'm just writing out my script
In the Stu more than the kitchen
Power ranger with the shit
I could probably make you flip
Nights come, then them lights come, then the frightened getting light up with like 5 shots,
Then the frightened come enlightened, and we fighting, tryna fight back for the lost ones,
Saying this is food for the thoughts oh God
Oh God
Now I done played the victim too long I swear
Fighting with these negative thoughts I hear
Plant the words inside of my song then I heal
I will (I will)
Found myself alone on this road I swear
Behind the wheel I'm losing control I veer
To the left side of the spectrum praying for wisdom
Cause what goes up must come down
What goes up must come down
What goes up must come down
What goes up must come down
I'm down for the count whether it's 1, 2, 3 or 7 more I feel at ease
No pressure but I'm my biggest critic
So if I say this shit a classic then you know that I meant it
I'm requisitioned
Needed for higher purpose above these lines and these verses 
I publicize that we hurting we living life like it's cursive
Ohh God
Needed for higher purpose above these lines and these verses 
I publicize that we hurting we living life like it's cursive
Ohh God
I done played the victim too long I swear
Credits
Writer(s): Geremia Paige
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