Right or Wrong
Getting high just to balance lows
Hands shaking loading talons in a calico
A new feeling
I'll get numb to it, I suppose
Then out the door
And pray to God we make it back home
Right or wrong
Today's agenda is to make it out
And do it loud
There's no adventure in the safer route
My bank account's got me starving
So I'm staking out
That was my reason
But trust me dawg, this was like my third time trying vegan
But I'm scheming, fiending for some tinder
Creeping, I'm driving slow
Eyes peeping behind this window
And if I seem em, I'mma get em
Caught em serving his last to a junky
Perfect timing, no drugs, I just wanted the re-up money
And his jewelry so I can pawn it
I did my thing and skirt off easily like a harlot
And if we're honest
I can't look into the mirror, but if I'd weighed me on the scale
It's probably lesser than the bills that's been piled up in the mail
Becoming somewhat of a shell of my past being
My heart and mind disagreeing
At nights I've been hardly sleeping
Then it riddles me
This is how I stay alive or my demise?
Karma's gonna catch up to me?
This the way I must survive?
Getting high just to balance lows
Hands shaking loading talons in a calico
A new feeling
I'll get numb to it, I suppose
Then out the door
And pray to God we make it back home
Right or wrong
Think of the loss and pour a beer out
Close my eyes and squeeze a tear out
Then open up cuz I can't let this fear out
Facing the the rough, it's like my cheeks whenever I grow my beard out
Stressing got me wanting to pull my hair out
But on the outside I'm calm
Knowing I'm not the only one hiding in a plain sight
Getting by with his charm
Performing flawless with no stage freight
Wondering what they riddle me as
Asking others if they're fine when I need to be asked
I needed me that
Life that Nas talked about on tracks with Lauryn
That I dream about at night to wake up to this hell in morning
But If I'd ruled the world, I'd be dead by the weekend
I wasn't supposed to grow my seed was planted in the cement
But don't judge my killer, blame his demons
And the fact that on that day I presented everything that he needed
Caught him on the deep end
Drowning in his sorrows
Tryna stay afloat til tomorrow
Getting high just to balance lows
Hands shaking loading talons in a calico
A new feeling
I'll get numb to it, I suppose
Then out the door
And pray to God we make it back home
Right or wrong
Hands shaking loading talons in a calico
A new feeling
I'll get numb to it, I suppose
Then out the door
And pray to God we make it back home
Right or wrong
Today's agenda is to make it out
And do it loud
There's no adventure in the safer route
My bank account's got me starving
So I'm staking out
That was my reason
But trust me dawg, this was like my third time trying vegan
But I'm scheming, fiending for some tinder
Creeping, I'm driving slow
Eyes peeping behind this window
And if I seem em, I'mma get em
Caught em serving his last to a junky
Perfect timing, no drugs, I just wanted the re-up money
And his jewelry so I can pawn it
I did my thing and skirt off easily like a harlot
And if we're honest
I can't look into the mirror, but if I'd weighed me on the scale
It's probably lesser than the bills that's been piled up in the mail
Becoming somewhat of a shell of my past being
My heart and mind disagreeing
At nights I've been hardly sleeping
Then it riddles me
This is how I stay alive or my demise?
Karma's gonna catch up to me?
This the way I must survive?
Getting high just to balance lows
Hands shaking loading talons in a calico
A new feeling
I'll get numb to it, I suppose
Then out the door
And pray to God we make it back home
Right or wrong
Think of the loss and pour a beer out
Close my eyes and squeeze a tear out
Then open up cuz I can't let this fear out
Facing the the rough, it's like my cheeks whenever I grow my beard out
Stressing got me wanting to pull my hair out
But on the outside I'm calm
Knowing I'm not the only one hiding in a plain sight
Getting by with his charm
Performing flawless with no stage freight
Wondering what they riddle me as
Asking others if they're fine when I need to be asked
I needed me that
Life that Nas talked about on tracks with Lauryn
That I dream about at night to wake up to this hell in morning
But If I'd ruled the world, I'd be dead by the weekend
I wasn't supposed to grow my seed was planted in the cement
But don't judge my killer, blame his demons
And the fact that on that day I presented everything that he needed
Caught him on the deep end
Drowning in his sorrows
Tryna stay afloat til tomorrow
Getting high just to balance lows
Hands shaking loading talons in a calico
A new feeling
I'll get numb to it, I suppose
Then out the door
And pray to God we make it back home
Right or wrong
Credits
Writer(s): Rashad Taylor
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