Pursuing Me
Living under silk
Living under
Living under silk cloth
I'm blessed that's real talk
Could spend it all at the mall
Rather spend it on cars
Maybe the bar
Working just to feed the habits
But a nigga got to eat
Take a Telsa without the chi
Learning from what I couldn't be
Scars don't show defeat
Out of anger, I bleed
Think before you speak
Drunk thoughts got me crying
In silk sheets
And silk sheets
I'm balling and I'm bawling
I have trouble lurking in what if
To have loved for a minute is better than zip
Shaken and stirred, bonds harbor
More than I could give
A house without a solid foundation
On the bus, all this dust
Some had temporary cuffs
But none like you
What else can I do?
But be one with these fucking views
From a window, I leave a duel
Two drops of rain on the race
Sit on stool
No news loose like a wave in malibu
Charlie Sheen, you know what the fuck I mean?
What kind of dude are you?
My exit is coming soon
Till then I absorb and I execute
Because what the fuck else can I do?
But live and give
What the fuck are you doing with your life
Because I know what I'm doing with mine
I'm just trying to get these lonely thoughts off my mind
I'm up here in Pirate Studios
I'm just trying to feel good, what the fuck you know?
About me, yeah you talk shit so clean
But what the fuck else can you do, really?
Man, you fucking seem so appealing
But I know that you are fucking pealing
Out the parking lot of destiny
But I don't give a fuck about you
I'm thinking about me
Living under
Living under silk cloth
I'm blessed that's real talk
Could spend it all at the mall
Rather spend it on cars
Maybe the bar
Working just to feed the habits
But a nigga got to eat
Take a Telsa without the chi
Learning from what I couldn't be
Scars don't show defeat
Out of anger, I bleed
Think before you speak
Drunk thoughts got me crying
In silk sheets
And silk sheets
I'm balling and I'm bawling
I have trouble lurking in what if
To have loved for a minute is better than zip
Shaken and stirred, bonds harbor
More than I could give
A house without a solid foundation
On the bus, all this dust
Some had temporary cuffs
But none like you
What else can I do?
But be one with these fucking views
From a window, I leave a duel
Two drops of rain on the race
Sit on stool
No news loose like a wave in malibu
Charlie Sheen, you know what the fuck I mean?
What kind of dude are you?
My exit is coming soon
Till then I absorb and I execute
Because what the fuck else can I do?
But live and give
What the fuck are you doing with your life
Because I know what I'm doing with mine
I'm just trying to get these lonely thoughts off my mind
I'm up here in Pirate Studios
I'm just trying to feel good, what the fuck you know?
About me, yeah you talk shit so clean
But what the fuck else can you do, really?
Man, you fucking seem so appealing
But I know that you are fucking pealing
Out the parking lot of destiny
But I don't give a fuck about you
I'm thinking about me
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Writer(s): Sebastian Bencomo
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