Wounded
Ever since I was born I been a dying soul
I pray to god that I won't die alone
And even though I made a spark with cat I'm still terrified that my fire's gone
I think my fire's gone
I gave pieces of my heart to girls who chose to keep it
I let you throw me like a dart to reach the goal you needed
And when it's all said and done
Know more is said than done over the entire evening
My empire speaking
But I been deaf to the changes so I can hide your secrets
I don't need a breath or chaser to deny my demons
Make my cuts grade A so I could line your leaders
Crossing lines every time just to find a defense
I miss the times when this shit was just rap for me
Now I feel it's just a wrap for me
Bandaging my wounds
I'll see you soon just don't cap for me
I cant give you my all but I'll give the last of me
if this the last from me
I pray you love me like I loved you
I pray you hug me like I hug you
When hard times is what we run through
I pray to god that you my one boo
I pray you love me like I loved you
I pray you hug me like I hug you
When hard times is what we run through
I pray to god that you my one boo
Any girl with dark skin is considered the one who's topping
White girls had me considering deep sleep in a coffin
Never finished college credits
This haunted house I watched Tyler perish in
Never glad to be an American
Settle in
As I kick these facts intelligent
So meddling
As scooby doo with some groovy tunes when the record spin
I ascended him
Knew life was better when
I left the letterman
And used the same tongue for pussy as the one that tastes this fucking estrogen
Tender and
Barely escaping my insecurities
Grown since I was six but my sickness is immaturity
Cleaning my impurities so courteously
What worries me
Is my daughter taking in the pain that's hurting me
The jury sees
Nothing but a prostitute
Like gold upon a rotten tooth
But still I'm like a prophet so that gossip really got to you
My baby cousin positive
Despite distance I got it too
We both buried her father drew
Weapons on grandpapa's stoop
Misguided till I got the truth
Maybe I should a cop a few
Cope with pain I've gotten through
It really burns to see the hearse and know they wouldn't have that to hurt if not for you
If not for you
I wouldn't be here
I pray to god that I won't die alone
And even though I made a spark with cat I'm still terrified that my fire's gone
I think my fire's gone
I gave pieces of my heart to girls who chose to keep it
I let you throw me like a dart to reach the goal you needed
And when it's all said and done
Know more is said than done over the entire evening
My empire speaking
But I been deaf to the changes so I can hide your secrets
I don't need a breath or chaser to deny my demons
Make my cuts grade A so I could line your leaders
Crossing lines every time just to find a defense
I miss the times when this shit was just rap for me
Now I feel it's just a wrap for me
Bandaging my wounds
I'll see you soon just don't cap for me
I cant give you my all but I'll give the last of me
if this the last from me
I pray you love me like I loved you
I pray you hug me like I hug you
When hard times is what we run through
I pray to god that you my one boo
I pray you love me like I loved you
I pray you hug me like I hug you
When hard times is what we run through
I pray to god that you my one boo
Any girl with dark skin is considered the one who's topping
White girls had me considering deep sleep in a coffin
Never finished college credits
This haunted house I watched Tyler perish in
Never glad to be an American
Settle in
As I kick these facts intelligent
So meddling
As scooby doo with some groovy tunes when the record spin
I ascended him
Knew life was better when
I left the letterman
And used the same tongue for pussy as the one that tastes this fucking estrogen
Tender and
Barely escaping my insecurities
Grown since I was six but my sickness is immaturity
Cleaning my impurities so courteously
What worries me
Is my daughter taking in the pain that's hurting me
The jury sees
Nothing but a prostitute
Like gold upon a rotten tooth
But still I'm like a prophet so that gossip really got to you
My baby cousin positive
Despite distance I got it too
We both buried her father drew
Weapons on grandpapa's stoop
Misguided till I got the truth
Maybe I should a cop a few
Cope with pain I've gotten through
It really burns to see the hearse and know they wouldn't have that to hurt if not for you
If not for you
I wouldn't be here
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Writer(s): Kaycie Jones
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