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I'm on a road
Where I'm scared for people to get close to me
The ones who never around
Claim they did the most for me
And I take this shit serious
My words like poetry
My haters pray for my downfall
By givin fake love supposedly
And I still remember the things you said
I think about you every night before I lay my head
I'm steady just balancin
While on my feet
I'm just dancin
This life can get demandin
Phone calls all day wit my brotha
The topic been expandin
Took like six road trips in the summer
Just wanted to free my mind
Dms full of people
Beggin me to drop what's been on my mind
So far whatever the reason I'm fine
Just need more time to unwind
I prayed to God at night and he sent me a sign
Can't look behind forward thinkin
1942 I'm steady just drinkin
Rather talk to a bottle
Then to a bitch who steady askin
When we linkin
The thirst got me thinkin
I had to let this off
I try to keep calm before I have to put a hole in one
(Like this golf)
Posted wit goons
My homie addicted to cough syrup
(Ain't even heard em cough)
Drink up my nigga
We sip to wins
Even though we lost
Back in the basement wit it
Back when we was in the 06
I swear we ain't have no destination wit it
Unless I pulled to (Blank) house
She had me feelin free
Like its a vacation wit it
Just young niggas trynna get it
Always kept it true
That's the only way I know how to spit it
Just get it how you live it
Where I'm scared for people to get close to me
The ones who never around
Claim they did the most for me
And I take this shit serious
My words like poetry
My haters pray for my downfall
By givin fake love supposedly
And I still remember the things you said
I think about you every night before I lay my head
I'm steady just balancin
While on my feet
I'm just dancin
This life can get demandin
Phone calls all day wit my brotha
The topic been expandin
Took like six road trips in the summer
Just wanted to free my mind
Dms full of people
Beggin me to drop what's been on my mind
So far whatever the reason I'm fine
Just need more time to unwind
I prayed to God at night and he sent me a sign
Can't look behind forward thinkin
1942 I'm steady just drinkin
Rather talk to a bottle
Then to a bitch who steady askin
When we linkin
The thirst got me thinkin
I had to let this off
I try to keep calm before I have to put a hole in one
(Like this golf)
Posted wit goons
My homie addicted to cough syrup
(Ain't even heard em cough)
Drink up my nigga
We sip to wins
Even though we lost
Back in the basement wit it
Back when we was in the 06
I swear we ain't have no destination wit it
Unless I pulled to (Blank) house
She had me feelin free
Like its a vacation wit it
Just young niggas trynna get it
Always kept it true
That's the only way I know how to spit it
Just get it how you live it
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Writer(s): Christopher Wood
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