3rd World Creatives
Got a couple of watches but I'm still running out of time
Mind is mine but I don't mind
I lost myself when I found god
Best friend a fucking vice
T-Thug was never nice
Demons on me every night
Third world creative
Believe me
I'm too dope like deep in the feeling
See you in the night time
Dark time, my time
Crosses of wood for the vice
They speak in riddles
I keep 'em
My people is reaching
Beneath 'em
The fact is we sequel the history of evil
So peek who you bring home
I'm all alone stuck in a deep hole
My thoughts, I won't free those
The mind and the soul without the body
Is all I know
Now who the fuck wrote that
Oh my
Third world low life
Creative genius sold my penis
To fuck this shit up
I been gone for too long
My gods are so sick of me
Keep my feet on the ground
When I run around you niggas
Like a ghost
Can't ever find my way home
Don't know if I'm lost
I find god, I find home
The prodigal son is I, T-Thug
Meantime is not the one you think I am
And I'm tryn'a heal you
I need this healing too
Through you I see faith
Clinical depression like me too
Bipolar manic rage
Anxiety attack like ever second
I can't pop a pill and I can't sit still
My heart beat fast I might die tonight
I might grab a kite smile on a flight
Until I see the light
Grandma said she ready to die
But I ain't ready for that sklounst
I skurge my lane
Pump your own damn gas
No time for Hi, how are you's
Just how are your high's going
I'm actually talking about your
Progression this time, maybe to
Remind you that yours is limitless
Balance the lows of course
Just don't blow your load
Of serotonin so easily, boy
Know when to take a half
Instead of the whole tab
Or watch more than
Just your ego leave
Your soul's window
What self respect
True influential author
Especially when it burns worst
But the words are cooled over
Written down, compared to
The heat of a moment
And what comes out of my mouth
If I lose my temper, again
Found inspiration to draw on music
Through Major Roux, Judah, and Jonwayne
Shoutout to the triple beam crew
Keeping the energy intune over
A third world's frequency
Third world creatives, gone live.
Thuga thuga on
Thuga thuga on
We pump our own damn gas
And thuga on
When we can't afford groceries
We thuga on
Mind is mine but I don't mind
I lost myself when I found god
Best friend a fucking vice
T-Thug was never nice
Demons on me every night
Third world creative
Believe me
I'm too dope like deep in the feeling
See you in the night time
Dark time, my time
Crosses of wood for the vice
They speak in riddles
I keep 'em
My people is reaching
Beneath 'em
The fact is we sequel the history of evil
So peek who you bring home
I'm all alone stuck in a deep hole
My thoughts, I won't free those
The mind and the soul without the body
Is all I know
Now who the fuck wrote that
Oh my
Third world low life
Creative genius sold my penis
To fuck this shit up
I been gone for too long
My gods are so sick of me
Keep my feet on the ground
When I run around you niggas
Like a ghost
Can't ever find my way home
Don't know if I'm lost
I find god, I find home
The prodigal son is I, T-Thug
Meantime is not the one you think I am
And I'm tryn'a heal you
I need this healing too
Through you I see faith
Clinical depression like me too
Bipolar manic rage
Anxiety attack like ever second
I can't pop a pill and I can't sit still
My heart beat fast I might die tonight
I might grab a kite smile on a flight
Until I see the light
Grandma said she ready to die
But I ain't ready for that sklounst
I skurge my lane
Pump your own damn gas
No time for Hi, how are you's
Just how are your high's going
I'm actually talking about your
Progression this time, maybe to
Remind you that yours is limitless
Balance the lows of course
Just don't blow your load
Of serotonin so easily, boy
Know when to take a half
Instead of the whole tab
Or watch more than
Just your ego leave
Your soul's window
What self respect
True influential author
Especially when it burns worst
But the words are cooled over
Written down, compared to
The heat of a moment
And what comes out of my mouth
If I lose my temper, again
Found inspiration to draw on music
Through Major Roux, Judah, and Jonwayne
Shoutout to the triple beam crew
Keeping the energy intune over
A third world's frequency
Third world creatives, gone live.
Thuga thuga on
Thuga thuga on
We pump our own damn gas
And thuga on
When we can't afford groceries
We thuga on
Credits
Writer(s): Tafara Nyatsanza
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