Karma

Karma
Waiting on waiting on karma
Till then I'm looking at the stars yeah
Got a lot on my mind with all this drama
Maybe I'm a product of
Karma
Waiting on waiting on karma
Till then I'm looking at the stars yeah
Got a lot on my mind with all this drama
Maybe I'm a product

My bad
(My Bad)
Run around and throw it right back
(Right Back)
Tell me that you hate me
We gon' fight that
Use to call me baby now I'm light trash
Guess it's like that
Yeah I don't really know what to do with myself sometimes
When I walk around I'm feeling all the weight in mind
I'm addicted to the pain yeah I hurt myself
So I can cry cause I've locked up my emotions
Now I really gotta try sometimes
Yeah it gets a little hard on the inside
Drowning under water on the incline
What goes up always comes down
Yeah I'm waiting on karma one time

Karma
Waiting on waiting on karma
Till then I'm looking at the stars yeah
Got a lot on my mind with all this drama
Maybe I'm a product of
Karma
Waiting on waiting on karma
Till then I'm looking at the stars yeah
Got a lot on my mind with all this drama
Maybe I'm a product

Frass
Frass one the strongest gotta keep them around
People tryna put me down
I don't want it
I offered my time
Can't erase can't keep you off my mind
Makes me feel so haunted
I don't know what I'm gon do
Don't worry I'm gon make it
All these obstocales popping up knowing I'm gon ace it
Victory in the air if I can only face it cause I can only taste it like
Niggas be asking for credit with bad karma
Better over 700 that's how I'm armored
We could put five in the box off a order
Getting to the green grass like who is the farmer
In these streets you could get caught up
Its the history that thought us
In the sky hoping they can call us
Wait till I remember again
The same streets I lost a fam to friends
Like like
Stuck in a world wish I can stop what is going on
Where good souls ending to quick its never prolonged
Still tryna find the answer so we both wrong
I'll still be shaking the building till we both gone

The karma always get to me
(Get to me)
I carry 10 more like a centipede
With all the good gone it still don't make sense to me
Tryna take out before I get taken by a enemy



Credits
Writer(s): Dakota Williams
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