Miss the 6

I don't feel
I don't feel like popping pills no more
I don't feel like getting all these hoes
I don't feel like rocking all these clothes
These clothes
I don't feel

Don't feel like driving Lamborghini's no more
I rub my money like a genie, oh no
'Cause it can't grant this wish for me, oh no
Oh no

Hotels, no I won't miss them anymore, oh well
I kinda miss my life before, oh well
My n said they thought they knew me so well
But oh well

I'm a fraud
I spend my nights dreaming of all the things I did
The way I hurt you, know its hard to forgive
I double-cup and lean because it helps me live
It helps me live

If there's one thing I want to let you know
It's that money isn't worth the letting go of your soul
Hop off the Gardiner, I feel like driving slow
I'm getting hot but still the city so cold
I pass the time by passing blunts, I lose my mind
I hit the ground when I was always on the grind
I miss my bed I miss my room I miss my kicks
I'm all around the world right now I miss the six

I really miss the six
I really miss the six
I really miss the six
I really miss the six

No, I never even thought of letting go
At this point you a part of my soul
I never questioned you, I knew you ain't no hoe
You be the best girlfriend that I could ever know

No, I ain't talking bout the Queen streets downtown
Or how the tower lights up red when I'm around town
I'm talking bout my down bitch from the Junction
Without my lady, PMID don't know how to function

I pass the time by passing blunts, I lose my mind
I hit the ground when I was always on the grind
I miss my bed I miss my room I miss my kicks
I'm all around the world right now I miss the six

If there's one thing I want to let you know
It's that money isn't worth the letting go of your soul
Hop off the Gardiner, I feel like driving slow
I'm getting hot but still the city so cold
So cold



Credits
Writer(s): Sharif Taha
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