Mistakes (feat. J-Small)

Tell em, tell em, tell em

How many mistakes I make every day
How many heartaches I make every day
How many kids can I make any day
How many shits can I make

Wine in my tank, I drank up till I'm bankrupt
More smashed than a broke truck
Tryna pick up my haste off while I rage off
Like an old school gangster, off his radar am I Adolf

This shits what I'm made off
I ain't picture perfect, I'm a better person
I got presence, I got purpose
Only human, I'm a version how minds warp
They can worsen, be a sin or a curse

I ain't tryna be a burden
Let alone burning bridges ain't up my lane
Disrupt my brain like a gas tank up in flames
It's just who I am

If I drink alone, will I write my wrongs
Will my brain rot, did I drink too long
Will I sip too strong
Will my dang dong get caught
Running round my hometown
And I can't stop, wearing no pants
Just a tank top

(Yo dog put your dick away)

How many mistakes I make every day
How many heartaches I make every day
How many kids can I make any day
How many shits can I make

How many rhymes I bust out relevant
How many minds discuss my eloquence
How many fies can bust I'm hellphant
How many lines can fuck with elephants
Got down to the bottom of the bottle
Thought I had enough until I got another bottle
Peeping through beer googles now I'm fucking models
Slamming shots like Zion nigga flying like a pelican
Now know I'm laying in a hole like a skeleton
I don't give a fuck about the haters they just negative
People say I'm too white or too old to be relevant
I won't be defined by energies and melanin

Am I in my prime, am I wasting time
Like a vain clock
Should I say goodbye, to the sun and sky
Like a raindrop

Man I feel like if I didn't have bi polar, I'd give power to the people
Free of charge when I soar then my motivation, wouldn't be determined by my mood
So I'd write a fucking symphony
Or is that an excuse

(I don't even know at this point dude)

What do I do, do I hate less
Do I take less milligrams, of my medicine decongest
My mouth more dry than my chia pet, Jesus do I feel a sweat
Brain zaps more fast than a speeder jet

(Woo, take off)

Feeling so sedated, downers made me highly medicated
Take him on vacation please, paranoid thoughts are just racing jeez
Take him to the place where the doctors made him
He's more bleak than a monster mayhem
Break downs and he's always wasted, this patients complicated
Off his meds, is a combination
He's a broken kid, and his mind is vacant

How many mistakes I make every day
How many heartaches I make every day
How many kids can I make any day
How many shits can I make

How many
Mistakes I make every day

How many
Shits do I give anyway

How many
Mistakes I make every day

How many
Shits do I give anyway



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Bravo
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