August 26th

Sittin back watching the sun
I just be doing that shit when I do it I do not know what I've become
Writing these lyrics fun um
This is inventive as fuck
Why don't we get all our clothes
and exchange em or somethin instead of a buck yuh
What is the benefit uh? Um
Maybe ur bending it huh
Maybe ur bendin dimensions inventin connections
were simply progressin I keep learning lessons
Like every day
Take all my demons and throw em away
Heaven and hell is in knowin ur faith
I talk God when I'm going insane
Maybe I'm sick but he's knowin my name
Put on a flick as I sip novacane
8/26 we were never the same

8/26 we were never the same
Look at my wrist and there's not even change
Minutes and minutes do not even drain
Six different witnesses shiftin the plane
I'm wishin their differences weren't to blame
Demons from hell put their lips on my brain

August 26th
Do we still exist?
I would kill myself, but I'm such a bitch
Why the fuck is there is a demon on my lip?
Light a blizzy and a take another rip
Maybe I exist
Then I take a nap and start to reminisce
Mama calls me chuck to you it's chuckie finst
I won't stop until I chill with Bradley Pitt



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Writer(s): Chuck Okeke
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