Things Unsaid
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Yeah Yeah,
Awh Yeah, Awh Yeah,
Look,
Please forgive me if im giving up
But lately I been writing and
Frankly I feel I did enough
Wanna' do some writing for movies
You know just switch it up
Rapping aint the same now
All of your favorite rappers suck
Niggas want a piece of the pie,
Why should i give a cut?
Whole thing is mine
Im selfish And i dont give a fuck
Stuck inside my ways
But hoping that you'll accept me
Doing fucked up thangs
And praying God to protect me
Tell you that i'll change
But knows part of me wouldn't let me
Im partying two-steps away
From jumping off the deep end
Why do i feel like this every weekend
How we go from loving one another
To "Fuck You" and never speaking
Niggas support the dream
But they hope that i never reach it
Never blame the person
cause everyone got they demons
Thoughts start to worsen
I'll tell it all to my therapist
Put my pain in music
And get the credit for sharing it
Confidence taken as egotistic and arrogant
I say I'm the greatest
to make the people aware of it
Fuck 'em and they comparisons
Understand that life ain't bout the bread
Its about the people you share it with
And whoever sharing with, you cherish them
Hurts leaving Things Unsaid
To people you burying
Type of shit the rest of your life
That you be carrying
Missed the chance to make things right
Wish you was here again
Word to my grandparents,
I know some niggas listening
Wishing they had parents
Thats why i write the songs that i write
Its Trans-Parent
And every songs a part of my life
So when I'm lonely on nights
Smoking and high as kite
Stressing and going through strife
I pull my phone out and type
Them be the songs that i write
To cope and make things alright
And its not only for me
Im also writing for you
Hoping we both can find peace.
Check Check Check
Check
Yeah Yeah,
Awh Yeah, Awh Yeah,
Look,
Please forgive me if im giving up
But lately I been writing and
Frankly I feel I did enough
Wanna' do some writing for movies
You know just switch it up
Rapping aint the same now
All of your favorite rappers suck
Niggas want a piece of the pie,
Why should i give a cut?
Whole thing is mine
Im selfish And i dont give a fuck
Stuck inside my ways
But hoping that you'll accept me
Doing fucked up thangs
And praying God to protect me
Tell you that i'll change
But knows part of me wouldn't let me
Im partying two-steps away
From jumping off the deep end
Why do i feel like this every weekend
How we go from loving one another
To "Fuck You" and never speaking
Niggas support the dream
But they hope that i never reach it
Never blame the person
cause everyone got they demons
Thoughts start to worsen
I'll tell it all to my therapist
Put my pain in music
And get the credit for sharing it
Confidence taken as egotistic and arrogant
I say I'm the greatest
to make the people aware of it
Fuck 'em and they comparisons
Understand that life ain't bout the bread
Its about the people you share it with
And whoever sharing with, you cherish them
Hurts leaving Things Unsaid
To people you burying
Type of shit the rest of your life
That you be carrying
Missed the chance to make things right
Wish you was here again
Word to my grandparents,
I know some niggas listening
Wishing they had parents
Thats why i write the songs that i write
Its Trans-Parent
And every songs a part of my life
So when I'm lonely on nights
Smoking and high as kite
Stressing and going through strife
I pull my phone out and type
Them be the songs that i write
To cope and make things alright
And its not only for me
Im also writing for you
Hoping we both can find peace.
Credits
Writer(s): Trevon Dansler
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