Losing Touch

Yeah one two one two
It's tha microphone checker
I've got dessy on this one yeah
We finna remind these niggas
I've Been loosing touch for a minute but
Here to set the record straight
Listen
Yeah word word
Too much insecurities
And too much trouble to
Was handed 2 L's but I made a W
Burst the mood mistook the quite type
For a subtle fool
Hoping that a brother loose
Is why I never fuck with you
Got the juice pop the cruise
But lost in sobriety
Surprisingly all my instincts is based on survival themes
Make your rivals think
They gone if they try to blink
Them ions flinch
I'm warning niggas to stop trying me
Yeah cause I find strength in the weakness
Self-respect thought I was proud
I did relent in the meekness
Felt me the sickness
It delt me with difference
Yeah and my mistake
Was making friends in the business
That's a disorientation and it's a shame
It's alot of price that's been attached to the fame
I ain't here to pay I play and have myself to blame
X your fave put him in box eff the games
Maybe that could less the pain
But I doubt it
Crossing Peripheries
I need serine on my surroundings
Dying from the thirst in a fountain
A certain lust (lost) for numbers
Make a nigga go bad without account
You amount in?
I just wanna right all my wrongs
In the fight I be strong
Hold tight on my bonds
Roll a blunt for the grudge
Niggas been out here catching feelings
Mehn i swear I feel numb to the touch word
My pastor called me up
And said my boy you're loosing touch
Too many distractions in your life
You've been missing church
Such is such much is much
When you sipping scotch
I go German in my block like I be a Dutch
I hold up for the time being
Get my mind right
Cause all I can think about
Is burst the mic right
See me keep on going
Never slowing 1 2 check
I be on deck
Aye you better pay respect
Look can't recognize my own reflection
So much pain in my life i got alot depression
Tryna talk to God all I got is bad connection
Honestly my dawg that's my only confession
Steady grinding hustling
On the block like everyday
We be hoping we going make it mehn in anyway
We get no answers for our prayers
Buh we still gon pray
What you say? what you say?
When you stuck up in the ocean
Mehn just row your boat
Life is a race on your mark so get set, go
It's a hard knock life we go toe to toe
Gotta deep way down to just get the gold
Mama said my boy boy u loosing focus
Stop wasting your time mehn
With a bunch of jokers
Sometimes you loosing friends and many lovers
Buh when I think about the future
Mehn I'm feeling nervous
Feeling nervous



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Ibe, Desmond James Rugu, Samson Abimaje
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