Still Breathin
When I see the numbers I know that it's really real
Really lit, so I can not catch no feely feels
When I'm in the stu I swear I get the chilly chills
So I'm stacking up until I get the milly mills
New seasons, I'm getting new reasons
New seasons, I'm getting new feelings
People trying to hurt me, but I'm still healing
People trying to stop me
But I'm still breathing
They don't want to see me win, but I'm still reaping what I sow
Gotta keep it on the low
Didn't see me then,but now I can show up
Grow up, why you still on the same things
I know, it's easier for me and for you
I pray, that I can speak of peace and of truth
Nobody's reaching me when I'm locked up in the booth
Out of luck
That's delusional, that's indisputable
My music is no longer regional it's uncontrollable
My vision is not even feasible but non negotiable
When I'm in my zone I know that I'm not real approachable
I know
And I own that that's my fault
So I try to change my ways and my ignorant thoughts
And I actually think, that's what we all try to do
I wasted so many years, I was just trying to prove myself
I can no longer help you, need to help myself
I need to move faster, need to gain my stealth
All I really need, is time and health
And I never hold grudges I just wish them the best
When I see the numbers I know that it's really real
Really lit, so I can not catch no feely feels
When I'm in the stu I swear I get the chilly chills
So I'm stacking up until I get the milly mills
Really lit, so I can not catch no feely feels
When I'm in the stu I swear I get the chilly chills
So I'm stacking up until I get the milly mills
New seasons, I'm getting new reasons
New seasons, I'm getting new feelings
People trying to hurt me, but I'm still healing
People trying to stop me
But I'm still breathing
They don't want to see me win, but I'm still reaping what I sow
Gotta keep it on the low
Didn't see me then,but now I can show up
Grow up, why you still on the same things
I know, it's easier for me and for you
I pray, that I can speak of peace and of truth
Nobody's reaching me when I'm locked up in the booth
Out of luck
That's delusional, that's indisputable
My music is no longer regional it's uncontrollable
My vision is not even feasible but non negotiable
When I'm in my zone I know that I'm not real approachable
I know
And I own that that's my fault
So I try to change my ways and my ignorant thoughts
And I actually think, that's what we all try to do
I wasted so many years, I was just trying to prove myself
I can no longer help you, need to help myself
I need to move faster, need to gain my stealth
All I really need, is time and health
And I never hold grudges I just wish them the best
When I see the numbers I know that it's really real
Really lit, so I can not catch no feely feels
When I'm in the stu I swear I get the chilly chills
So I'm stacking up until I get the milly mills
Credits
Writer(s): Ted Mugisha
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