P!CASSO (feat. Hoosier, KHY, Jettbaby Dada & Kuda Baby)
It's so easy to die
It's harder being alive
And lately harder to cry
Cause I been number inside
Pour up the yack to take the edge off
Thoughts cutting deep hope that I don't chop my head off
I feel inferno
And I can feel it burning through my soul
This pain is internal
I don't wanna die but I'm ready to go
Read your pamphlet carefully
Look a little closer no telling what you might see
They don't tell you everything they left out this part
They had never told me that this life got this hard
It's so easy to die
It's harder being alive
And lately harder to cry
Cause I been number inside
Pour up the yack to take the edge off
Thoughts cutting deep hope that I don't chop my head off
I know you been feeling misplaced
But I tell you I got you in every way
Tears falling down please let it all out
You deserve brighter days
I'm happy I found you
No one else around to
Show me the way
Feel what I'm saying
Please feel me sneaker filthy looked at me silly taking prescription loner stoner I swear it Ain't Nb wit me what Definition of real nigga roll another one to make me feel bigger
Cross paths and cross roads ducking all the pot holes working wit some cubas nigga Shoutout to the vatos cooking up skillet work if you want beef then duck yo taco reminiscing paint picture I feeling like Picasso
I pull up
The whip go errrrrrrrt
Eat my exhaust
Ive been exhausted
I know you knew that line was coming
My double entendres be popping like my melanin
Remember they thought niggas wasn't worth more than water melons
Now I got their daughters eating my seeds
Like major league pitchers
Nigga
Trappy pitching off the mound
We be with them sluggers like Don King
I had dreams my speech would
Put money in my account
The gardener come to the house
The landscape immaculate
The hedges are clipped
The mulch is laid
There's grass in my blunt
The bitch I'm wit Got French tips
I feel like I'm in a French lick
If a Eiffel bitch give me top is that a French lick
I wonder why they say niggas in Paris
Cuz the bars like ye I move through the J
You better watch the throne like videos from hype Williams
I feel inferno
And I can feel it burning through my soul
This pain is internal
I don't wanna die but I'm ready to go
It's harder being alive
And lately harder to cry
Cause I been number inside
Pour up the yack to take the edge off
Thoughts cutting deep hope that I don't chop my head off
I feel inferno
And I can feel it burning through my soul
This pain is internal
I don't wanna die but I'm ready to go
Read your pamphlet carefully
Look a little closer no telling what you might see
They don't tell you everything they left out this part
They had never told me that this life got this hard
It's so easy to die
It's harder being alive
And lately harder to cry
Cause I been number inside
Pour up the yack to take the edge off
Thoughts cutting deep hope that I don't chop my head off
I know you been feeling misplaced
But I tell you I got you in every way
Tears falling down please let it all out
You deserve brighter days
I'm happy I found you
No one else around to
Show me the way
Feel what I'm saying
Please feel me sneaker filthy looked at me silly taking prescription loner stoner I swear it Ain't Nb wit me what Definition of real nigga roll another one to make me feel bigger
Cross paths and cross roads ducking all the pot holes working wit some cubas nigga Shoutout to the vatos cooking up skillet work if you want beef then duck yo taco reminiscing paint picture I feeling like Picasso
I pull up
The whip go errrrrrrrt
Eat my exhaust
Ive been exhausted
I know you knew that line was coming
My double entendres be popping like my melanin
Remember they thought niggas wasn't worth more than water melons
Now I got their daughters eating my seeds
Like major league pitchers
Nigga
Trappy pitching off the mound
We be with them sluggers like Don King
I had dreams my speech would
Put money in my account
The gardener come to the house
The landscape immaculate
The hedges are clipped
The mulch is laid
There's grass in my blunt
The bitch I'm wit Got French tips
I feel like I'm in a French lick
If a Eiffel bitch give me top is that a French lick
I wonder why they say niggas in Paris
Cuz the bars like ye I move through the J
You better watch the throne like videos from hype Williams
I feel inferno
And I can feel it burning through my soul
This pain is internal
I don't wanna die but I'm ready to go
Credits
Writer(s): Kameryn Thompson
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