Purple Hues (feat. Jimi Duck)
Don't let my aggression be your first impression
Due to the stressing just be lucky it's not mild depression
Seeking therapy through studio sessions
I just lost moms and pops so I'm just here counting my blessings
Trying to turn these losses into a lesson
Why must I live with unrequited questions
Trying to be who I'm destined but
I'm still distracted by this pussy, henny and weed
I'll give everything I have to go back to Hayworth Ave
When picking up dog shit was the only stress I had
I'm talking back when big sis had the black on black coupe
Marvin had the yellow Cadillac and I had Snoop
Man them was the good ol' days
Me and Tonsie fought for days but
Mama raised us well we ain't get stuck in our ways
Always kept an open arm to our close friends
Every blue moon cooking for the neighborhood again
Man I swear I miss my moms especially her ribs cousin
Cuz my sister's keep telling me that my ribs touching
I know they trying to make it light
Plus I can't fathom the shit that keep them up at night
See Boogie that's my bro he tell me when the boy ain't right
Told me to keep pushing I know that you gon see the light
If nobody told you you're an amazing father figure and
I'll murder anybody trying to fuck with you that's real
2405 Hayworth Ave
I'm telling you man
I'll do anything to go back to those days like anything
Shit was perfect
Perfect
Due to the stressing just be lucky it's not mild depression
Seeking therapy through studio sessions
I just lost moms and pops so I'm just here counting my blessings
Trying to turn these losses into a lesson
Why must I live with unrequited questions
Trying to be who I'm destined but
I'm still distracted by this pussy, henny and weed
I'll give everything I have to go back to Hayworth Ave
When picking up dog shit was the only stress I had
I'm talking back when big sis had the black on black coupe
Marvin had the yellow Cadillac and I had Snoop
Man them was the good ol' days
Me and Tonsie fought for days but
Mama raised us well we ain't get stuck in our ways
Always kept an open arm to our close friends
Every blue moon cooking for the neighborhood again
Man I swear I miss my moms especially her ribs cousin
Cuz my sister's keep telling me that my ribs touching
I know they trying to make it light
Plus I can't fathom the shit that keep them up at night
See Boogie that's my bro he tell me when the boy ain't right
Told me to keep pushing I know that you gon see the light
If nobody told you you're an amazing father figure and
I'll murder anybody trying to fuck with you that's real
2405 Hayworth Ave
I'm telling you man
I'll do anything to go back to those days like anything
Shit was perfect
Perfect
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Writer(s): Travion Jamal Thomas
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