Make It 2 Anotha Day

Yeah... Young Vetty in the construction zone
Making this heat, yeah...

Everything solo dolo that's just how I do it
Fuck the critics, fuck your movement, I need visions for improvement hoe
I do this only for myself and the motherfucking music hoe
Selfish motherfucka so all ya'll been expendable
Just wanna calm down, what is wrong now?
Everything it seems, It's like we gon' drown
So much calamity, everyone battling
Our souls have been damaged, take a look from all round
I am a savage, ravage from the jump
Everything is a challenge so bring on the pump
He way above average, he do what he want
Too bad all the drank got him stuck in a slump
Killin the game like B-Dot, you can't fuck with me
I'm a motherfucking god like a zealot
Or is it zealot? I feel compelled to let you know
that I'm jealous of your mind and its free thought
Brain is embellished
these thoughts of hell and heaven has got me stuck in this distraught
Mind state, when I think my mind blanks, vacate from life shit is high stakes but...
Still, it is what it will, whatever will be, it's not a big deal
To get my mind free I need to pay bail, too bad I need weed, So it's farewell (Ha!)
Locked in the cell, life behind bars, stuck in this world, I mean it no harm
Got show n' tell, I brang em my arm with the middle finger stuck in a bomb
Tomorrow sorrow, lemme borrow a little happiness
My soul is hollow, got dreaded thoughts of manliness
Please lemme follow you into the life of happiness
I wait until the morrow, head is fucked, speak of raspiness
Tomorrow sorrow, lemme borrow a little happiness
My soul is hollow, got dreaded thoughts of manliness
Please lemme follow you into the life of happiness
I wait until the morrow, head is fucked, speak of raspiness
Whaddya want from me? Got the life from the B
There is no more time, I just want you to see
My life from my eyes so there's no surprise
When I go 'head and die from obesity
I just wanna make changes and wanna turn my life around and rearrange it
They said death gon' feel painless
I don't believe them though, man they speak shameless (Fuck!)
I'm trying my best but I think that's a lie
I speak from inside when I spit through the mic
Been looking for reasons, looking for life
My moods are like seasons and right now is dry
Arid as fuck, shit outta luck, It's the killing season and I'm runnin a muck
Been causing treason, I was killing demons
But now I'm fiendin' for some of them drugs
I just wanna get better, been feeling sick, under the weather
Writing raps with some split leather
keep em' in the back with my thick treasure (Yeah!)
In this hole I sit down and pray, God give me control, so that I may
See past the light, so now my only goal is to make it to another day



Credits
Writer(s): Logan Amberson
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