GOOD

How it's going man
Too familiar
My ways is getting old man
Keep on playing
I might end up flat on my ass
In the cold
And now I'm reliving my old plans
I can't control the natural
Watch nature slow dance
This life is fast you gotta give it up and go man
Too fucked up i might aswell just watch these hoes dance
The emptiness I feel right after all the romance
I call Em faith and destiny they love to hold hands
They watching me deep in my sleep
I feel my soul glance into the stars
I know that's where we belong man
We just feeling in this bitch and than we gon man
A Nihilists
My pockets thinning like the head top of the old man
Jealous of the youth because the truth lives inside they mind
That's why started mind control damn
How do I grow up without loosing all that I am

No man
I been changing all this shit
I did my old dance
Now I'm back
And too familiar with all the things
So fucked up I didn't even give my heart a chance
Get back good
And now I'm feeling like a black king
I get back good
I'm feeling good I might as well change
I get back good and then I'm on these fuckers man
I get back good and then it back to why
the fuck I came

Who can you trust
When it's going up

Back in the day I use to rock the avierex
At 5 years old I pulled the cutie with berrets
At 25 they'll be like how she get that chest
Dr Miami not embarrassed to confess
Please don't near me letting all these demons stretch
Before i exercise Em
Then I move on to what's next
These rap flows are comprised of
Whatever sits on my chest
The fights on I got songs
Make hip hop reconnect

Oh it's good from here
You started fucking with the soul
So here your souvenir
Breaking it down
I make these bad bitches shake on the wall
Body was bussin all outta that dress
Got all these cuffed niggas looking appalled
It's Friday night and I'm still going raw
I don't trust her she be peeping my dawg
It ain't hard to peep the hoe when she scheming
Money talks nigga pussy walk off
Don't you get mad nigga
That wasn't yo bitch
You ain't really hard
You just got a strap nigga
It really ain't hard
Don't make tonight your last

I felt like nothing was real
Now I'm realizing I need something to feel
I lost my chill
I lost my mind
But god got from here

Old things
I be talking bout some motherfucking old things
Reminiscing
Stead of making some new memories
That way it's going we got 30 40 more of these
Damn
Play my albums fore they bury
I got stop the pessimism
Shit is scaring
That's why I'm letting go
Of all my little child fears
But I'm still man enough to smile and cry tears
Can't change
What you can't control
Try to do that you get stuck inside a black hole
It's a cycle
Type of shit to make a nigga go physco
Get back good and now it's time to let my light glow



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Writer(s): S S
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