Hit Me Softly
Hit me softly
I don't want you to lie to me
Do it softly
No dream gotta stay in reality
Crushed dreams
Hit you like a train
Gotta bust out
Always looking around
In the crowed just watch out
Every time I see you
It's not what I need and it's true
I'm falling like a paper plane
Have my own ways
Dealing with shit
Have my own faith
Mama looked out for me
Till I was 18
Texting me every week
Want me to live my dream
Live my dream
Come on give it all up
What I work for
Put a stop to
Living the same love
I'm way into deep shit
Cannot preach it
Hit me softly
I don't want you to lie to me
Do it softly
No dream gotta stay in reality
Everybody tripping
When I light up in my house
I just call it living at the edge
I give it all out
Paint me a picture
Aces to failure
Wait till I fit through
Don't want to tiptoe
Around you
Got a lot of it
Hate to be jealous
Pissed off and on top of it
Who are you to tell me anything
I won't run to you
I speak for the homies
This shit is OG
Payed fifty bucks, hit it
No need to owe me
Looking back
We got so high
And blue is turning black
Hit me softly
I don't want you to lie to me
Do it softly
No dream gotta stay in reality
I don't want you to lie to me
Do it softly
No dream gotta stay in reality
Crushed dreams
Hit you like a train
Gotta bust out
Always looking around
In the crowed just watch out
Every time I see you
It's not what I need and it's true
I'm falling like a paper plane
Have my own ways
Dealing with shit
Have my own faith
Mama looked out for me
Till I was 18
Texting me every week
Want me to live my dream
Live my dream
Come on give it all up
What I work for
Put a stop to
Living the same love
I'm way into deep shit
Cannot preach it
Hit me softly
I don't want you to lie to me
Do it softly
No dream gotta stay in reality
Everybody tripping
When I light up in my house
I just call it living at the edge
I give it all out
Paint me a picture
Aces to failure
Wait till I fit through
Don't want to tiptoe
Around you
Got a lot of it
Hate to be jealous
Pissed off and on top of it
Who are you to tell me anything
I won't run to you
I speak for the homies
This shit is OG
Payed fifty bucks, hit it
No need to owe me
Looking back
We got so high
And blue is turning black
Hit me softly
I don't want you to lie to me
Do it softly
No dream gotta stay in reality
Credits
Writer(s): Deivid Ströble
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