Hope For Us
I'm talking bout life, I'm talking bout death There's hope for me, I'm getting some rest
I got my girl she's always on the check I'm living my life, I'm hoping the best
I cannot fuck with the fakes, as they always wanna test
Hating on my style as I'm dancing with my diamonds in space
Killing my flows, and getting some hoes, you know I ain't fake
Swisher on my hand as the indica hits my wave
Feel so tired as I'm working everyday
I'm talking bout life, I'm talking bout death I'm living this nightmare, I hope for the best
Careless, what I said, emotionless is how I've been
Yeah, should I even give a fuck
Lost in the space, I just wanna be there and get stuck
Yeah, smoked so much, I lost hope in this world
But I still care for the people who were hurt enough to give a fuck
Hoping the day gets better as if the curse is in my luck
Hoping the devil won't get in my way because I don't want my day to get messed up
I don't want my day to get messed up
Should I, should I even give a fuck
Hating on my style as I'm dancing with my diamonds in space
Killing my flows, and getting some hoes, you know I ain't fake
Swisher on my hand as the indica hits my wave
Feel so tired as I'm working everyday
I got my girl she's always on the check I'm living my life, I'm hoping the best
I cannot fuck with the fakes, as they always wanna test
Hating on my style as I'm dancing with my diamonds in space
Killing my flows, and getting some hoes, you know I ain't fake
Swisher on my hand as the indica hits my wave
Feel so tired as I'm working everyday
I'm talking bout life, I'm talking bout death I'm living this nightmare, I hope for the best
Careless, what I said, emotionless is how I've been
Yeah, should I even give a fuck
Lost in the space, I just wanna be there and get stuck
Yeah, smoked so much, I lost hope in this world
But I still care for the people who were hurt enough to give a fuck
Hoping the day gets better as if the curse is in my luck
Hoping the devil won't get in my way because I don't want my day to get messed up
I don't want my day to get messed up
Should I, should I even give a fuck
Hating on my style as I'm dancing with my diamonds in space
Killing my flows, and getting some hoes, you know I ain't fake
Swisher on my hand as the indica hits my wave
Feel so tired as I'm working everyday
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Writer(s): Yung Memories
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