LOU
I done lived my whole life
With one hand
Tied behind
My damn back
Everyone got jobs
I barely made bail
Everyone got promotions
My ship had sailed
Everyone bought their first car
I hit the guardrail
Everyone came the fuck up
I straight fuckin failed
I fuckin fell
Into a body bag
I laid for myself
I gotta sell
This pound ironically
To stay out the cell
Everyone got halves
They was hittin up my cell
Rode with that weight
Anything for the sale
You wouldn't know the half
Man so keep that to yourself
Whole life like that
Put on a shelf
Dusted
Pushing people's button
I was on their last nerve
Cause I was really up to something
Favors or apologies
Well that depends
On the time of the week
I took shots in the dark
It was hard to see
That I was clogging up
Some arteries
Couldn't sprint long
It got hard to breathe
My dick long
Shit it ought to be
With how I fucked things up
With no plan B
Man the shit been costed me
Fuck stepping on toes
I was stomping feet
Blisters on the heels
Didn't stop till they would pop and bleed
The opps was opps and
Their opp was me
So obviously
I had to plot a flee
Or a detour
Dropped the phone
Went medieval
Laughing at trouble
Made my stummy sore
Or cramp in the gut
Everything got real tight
I couldn't stop
That's the circle of life
Ran away like simba
Until I searched for a light
And turned that shit up
Made a quick buck I'm
And spent it on a cup
Or glass that I saw half full
False hope or maybe
I found a clue
Questions
I had no answer to
Needed everyone to fuck off
For a min or two
What you worried about
Don't you know that
I am Lou
Windows tinted, speeding onna freeway
He drives it dangerous
But I stay on the shoulder
Even Lou needa angel
Swerving the lanes
Ducking crown vics
Protect him from
What's he's most afraid of
(Himself)
Windows tinted, seeking for clear days
He's driving aimless
But I stay on the shoulder
Even Lou needa angel
Balancing names
Counting clients
Protect him from
What he's most afraid of
(Himself)
Windows tinted, wiping the tears away
Letting go of anger
But I stay on the shoulder
Even Lou needa angel
Feeling the rage
Lies and crying
Protect him from
What he's most afraid of
(Himself)
With one hand
Tied behind
My damn back
Everyone got jobs
I barely made bail
Everyone got promotions
My ship had sailed
Everyone bought their first car
I hit the guardrail
Everyone came the fuck up
I straight fuckin failed
I fuckin fell
Into a body bag
I laid for myself
I gotta sell
This pound ironically
To stay out the cell
Everyone got halves
They was hittin up my cell
Rode with that weight
Anything for the sale
You wouldn't know the half
Man so keep that to yourself
Whole life like that
Put on a shelf
Dusted
Pushing people's button
I was on their last nerve
Cause I was really up to something
Favors or apologies
Well that depends
On the time of the week
I took shots in the dark
It was hard to see
That I was clogging up
Some arteries
Couldn't sprint long
It got hard to breathe
My dick long
Shit it ought to be
With how I fucked things up
With no plan B
Man the shit been costed me
Fuck stepping on toes
I was stomping feet
Blisters on the heels
Didn't stop till they would pop and bleed
The opps was opps and
Their opp was me
So obviously
I had to plot a flee
Or a detour
Dropped the phone
Went medieval
Laughing at trouble
Made my stummy sore
Or cramp in the gut
Everything got real tight
I couldn't stop
That's the circle of life
Ran away like simba
Until I searched for a light
And turned that shit up
Made a quick buck I'm
And spent it on a cup
Or glass that I saw half full
False hope or maybe
I found a clue
Questions
I had no answer to
Needed everyone to fuck off
For a min or two
What you worried about
Don't you know that
I am Lou
Windows tinted, speeding onna freeway
He drives it dangerous
But I stay on the shoulder
Even Lou needa angel
Swerving the lanes
Ducking crown vics
Protect him from
What's he's most afraid of
(Himself)
Windows tinted, seeking for clear days
He's driving aimless
But I stay on the shoulder
Even Lou needa angel
Balancing names
Counting clients
Protect him from
What he's most afraid of
(Himself)
Windows tinted, wiping the tears away
Letting go of anger
But I stay on the shoulder
Even Lou needa angel
Feeling the rage
Lies and crying
Protect him from
What he's most afraid of
(Himself)
Credits
Writer(s): Evan Romo
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