Wayybackk
I got to find my way back
I got to find my way back
I got to find my way back
I got to find my way back
I'm losing all my patience
Getting to deep in the flavor
That's my kryptonite what is it made of
Find my inner peace in gas and cadence
Ain't no trick in me my baby saved it, for me for me
Still they flock to me like I can save them
But realistically Im kinda faded to see, what you see in me
No I don't got big bank, but I take little bank
Cause you niggas the same to me
Army sergeant the rank
Does it come with some fame
Cause that shit like a dream to me
So damn long grinding for the paper
Where I went wrong, money don't make us
Shadows in my room but a bitch ain't what I bank on
Had to dirty up my shoes too muddy at the grave stone
I keep burying me, why I'm burying me
And I hardy can breath, yea I hardly can breath
But we gotta believe, believe in the dream
Getting that evergreen, to be free
Yea we gotta believe, believe in the dream
Getting that evergreen, to be free
Just wanna stunt like my momma yea
And get to the racks like my daddy been
I been road running just counting dead's
Just need me a Wraith or a Cullinan
Everyday I live a life of sin
Wondering if it's going to ever end
Don't really know what my problem is
But I got to get up and go again
I got to get how the summer went, no I won't fall on you
I got to bring all the trophies in, so nothing falls on you
Just gonna shine like a chandelier, no tall task for you
And no it's not all for you, I do it for me too
But I, But I, But I
But I, But I, But I
But I, But I, But I
But I
I got to find my way back
I'm losing all my patience
Getting to deep in the flavor
That's my kryptonite what is it made of
Find my inner peace in gas and cadence
Ain't no trick in me my baby saved it, for me for me
Still they flock to me like I can save them
But realistically Im kinda faded to see, what you see in me
No I don't got big bank, but I take little bank
Cause you niggas the same to me
Army sergeant the rank
Does it come with some fame
Cause that shit like a dream to me
So damn long grinding for the paper
Where I went wrong, money don't make us
Shadows in my room but a bitch ain't what I bank on
Had to dirty up my shoes too muddy at the grave stone
I got to find my way back
I got to find my way back
I got to find my way back
I'm losing all my patience
Getting to deep in the flavor
That's my kryptonite what is it made of
Find my inner peace in gas and cadence
Ain't no trick in me my baby saved it, for me for me
Still they flock to me like I can save them
But realistically Im kinda faded to see, what you see in me
No I don't got big bank, but I take little bank
Cause you niggas the same to me
Army sergeant the rank
Does it come with some fame
Cause that shit like a dream to me
So damn long grinding for the paper
Where I went wrong, money don't make us
Shadows in my room but a bitch ain't what I bank on
Had to dirty up my shoes too muddy at the grave stone
I keep burying me, why I'm burying me
And I hardy can breath, yea I hardly can breath
But we gotta believe, believe in the dream
Getting that evergreen, to be free
Yea we gotta believe, believe in the dream
Getting that evergreen, to be free
Just wanna stunt like my momma yea
And get to the racks like my daddy been
I been road running just counting dead's
Just need me a Wraith or a Cullinan
Everyday I live a life of sin
Wondering if it's going to ever end
Don't really know what my problem is
But I got to get up and go again
I got to get how the summer went, no I won't fall on you
I got to bring all the trophies in, so nothing falls on you
Just gonna shine like a chandelier, no tall task for you
And no it's not all for you, I do it for me too
But I, But I, But I
But I, But I, But I
But I, But I, But I
But I
I got to find my way back
I'm losing all my patience
Getting to deep in the flavor
That's my kryptonite what is it made of
Find my inner peace in gas and cadence
Ain't no trick in me my baby saved it, for me for me
Still they flock to me like I can save them
But realistically Im kinda faded to see, what you see in me
No I don't got big bank, but I take little bank
Cause you niggas the same to me
Army sergeant the rank
Does it come with some fame
Cause that shit like a dream to me
So damn long grinding for the paper
Where I went wrong, money don't make us
Shadows in my room but a bitch ain't what I bank on
Had to dirty up my shoes too muddy at the grave stone
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Writer(s): Bryan Dorvil
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