The Shell
Can't let me down if you ain't around that much
So I had to cut me off, slow down on the texts and stuff
I'm so out of touch, I dunno what's real, like which way is up?
Man it's 4 years down, couldn't give no fucks
In 4 more years, I see me dead in a box
Like all my dreams died with that sniff in my nose
Keep 'em on toes, don't need hoes
All them fucking dreams trying to live it with the "bro's"
See hope erodes, been left in the cold
Still like a watch but I don't need it froze
See time is ticking but I'm still kicking
And my soul still ripping
Damnit like, Fix what's up?
Oh nothing, just pour some mud in my cup
I'm playing these games, I'm rolling my JJ
Lick it down stuck, oh no my bro
You don't make shit sticky
You remind me of a tale I know where the bark was bigger than the bite
I play words, turn these words to a verse
Sending my messages through to your psyche
Keep my hood up when I'm out
If I rock up, I rock up with Nikey
If I get desperate, a mask and a bikey
Can't let me down if you ain't around that much
So I had to cut me off, slow down on the texts and stuff
I'm so out of touch, I dunno what's real, like which way is up?
Man it's 4 years down, couldn't give no fucks
In 4 more years, I see me dead in a box
Like all my dreams died with that sniff in my nose
So I had to cut me off, slow down on the texts and stuff
I'm so out of touch, I dunno what's real, like which way is up?
Man it's 4 years down, couldn't give no fucks
In 4 more years, I see me dead in a box
Like all my dreams died with that sniff in my nose
Keep 'em on toes, don't need hoes
All them fucking dreams trying to live it with the "bro's"
See hope erodes, been left in the cold
Still like a watch but I don't need it froze
See time is ticking but I'm still kicking
And my soul still ripping
Damnit like, Fix what's up?
Oh nothing, just pour some mud in my cup
I'm playing these games, I'm rolling my JJ
Lick it down stuck, oh no my bro
You don't make shit sticky
You remind me of a tale I know where the bark was bigger than the bite
I play words, turn these words to a verse
Sending my messages through to your psyche
Keep my hood up when I'm out
If I rock up, I rock up with Nikey
If I get desperate, a mask and a bikey
Can't let me down if you ain't around that much
So I had to cut me off, slow down on the texts and stuff
I'm so out of touch, I dunno what's real, like which way is up?
Man it's 4 years down, couldn't give no fucks
In 4 more years, I see me dead in a box
Like all my dreams died with that sniff in my nose
Credits
Writer(s): Elliot Taylor
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