Like Yeah

Like what would you do for this fortune and fame?
Fortune and fame?
Fighting your way through this torture and pain
Stuck in a prison of drug and addiction
I know I should stop it, I'm caught in these waves
Ignoring my brain, got me at war with my mates
Half of 'em walking away
I want a missus, instead I got strippers I dick on the daily
They calling me babe

Like yeah, so I'll take this ride to hell
Will I I make it back?
Yeah, fuck knows, bro, yeah, maybe time will tell
All my fans, they saved my life
Guess I saved their life as well
But I cannot understand why I can't save me from myself
Girl, please save me from myself
Yeah, please save me from myself

I just put my life in bars like I got placed inside a cell
I got great incline of wealth but got great decline of health
I just sacrificed my life and now these tapes and rhymes will sell
Please don't call my fuckin' phone
I tell a joke and I mask all the pain
I still got hitters that roll with a dipper
Go Tony Montana and scar up your face
Feel like I'm winning, but slowly I'm slipping
It's getting so dark I can hardly escape
Brock on the phone, "Nah, you gotta go home"
'Cause he know I ain't rang up my father in days

Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Still have envisioned my mum in the kitchen
And she know her son is still passing away
I see my father, his heart be in pain
Like yeah, I don't wanna let him down
Fuck it, gotta settle down
I don't wanna drown, don't want my brothers
To come put their oldest brother in the ground
Like yeah

Tell me your darkest secret, I tell you I can't believe it
Tell me your heart's an ocean, I tell you that mine are seas
And I can't swim, yeah, yeah
I said I can't swim, yeah
Fuck girl, I'm not perfect, yeah
But neither are you, and that is the truth
Give me my weed and my packet of zoots
All that I need is be back in the booth
But girl, I can't swim, yeah, yeah
But girl, I can't swim, yeah, yeah

Like yeah, yeah
Like yeah
Like yeah, yeah
Like yeah
Like yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah
Like yeah

Fuck, girl, I'm not perfect, yeah
But neither are you and that is the truth
Give me my weed and my packet of zoots
All that I need is be back in the booth
But girl, I can't swim, yeah, yeah
But girl, I can't swim, yeah, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Blake James Turnell, Bao Tran
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