Still Here
As a man I put my pride to the side Look me in the eye, still told me a lie
I know they all the same so why do I try
Why am I still here
It's smoke and mirrors but it feels real
Give me this, give me that, give me got killed
Somehow I think I have a shot still
Like when curry, miss a 3, this how that feels
My heart's no longer open
Closed door, lights off but the lock is broken
I'm a poet with these words but I'm not outspoken
And I could never be
Pouring purple liquid in my cup as a remedy
Spendin' every second of the day in my memories
God need to run my fade, who'd you send to me
You let me down, I let you down, I did it pleasantly
Baby I'm a king, making come true all of your dreams
As far as I can see, you were the one for me
What did you want from me
Put down the weed and kick the lean
Everything isn't what it seems
Visions of doves and wedding rings
Are you prepared for what it brings
Every time I hear you sing
Pour all my feelings in the sink
Then you get upset, that's interesting
As a man I put my pride to the side
Look em' in the eye, still told me a lie
I know they all the same so why do I try
Why am I still here
It's smoke and mirrors but it feels real
Give me this, give me that, give me got killed
Somehow I think I have a shot still
Like when Curry miss a three, this how that feels
As a man I put my pride to the side
Look me in the eye, still told me a lie
I know they all the same so why do I try
Why am I still here
It's smoke and mirrors but it feels real
Give me this, give me that, give me got killed
Somehow I think I have a shot still
Like when Curry miss a three, this how that feels
This how that feels
Like when Curry missed a three, this how that feels
My heart's no longer open
Closed door, lights off but the lock is broken
I'm a poet with these words but I'm not outspoken
And I could never be
Purple liquid in my cup as a remedy
Every second of the day in my memories
God neither on my fate or just sending me
And did it pleasantly
And did it pleasantly, yeah
I know they all the same so why do I try
Why am I still here
It's smoke and mirrors but it feels real
Give me this, give me that, give me got killed
Somehow I think I have a shot still
Like when curry, miss a 3, this how that feels
My heart's no longer open
Closed door, lights off but the lock is broken
I'm a poet with these words but I'm not outspoken
And I could never be
Pouring purple liquid in my cup as a remedy
Spendin' every second of the day in my memories
God need to run my fade, who'd you send to me
You let me down, I let you down, I did it pleasantly
Baby I'm a king, making come true all of your dreams
As far as I can see, you were the one for me
What did you want from me
Put down the weed and kick the lean
Everything isn't what it seems
Visions of doves and wedding rings
Are you prepared for what it brings
Every time I hear you sing
Pour all my feelings in the sink
Then you get upset, that's interesting
As a man I put my pride to the side
Look em' in the eye, still told me a lie
I know they all the same so why do I try
Why am I still here
It's smoke and mirrors but it feels real
Give me this, give me that, give me got killed
Somehow I think I have a shot still
Like when Curry miss a three, this how that feels
As a man I put my pride to the side
Look me in the eye, still told me a lie
I know they all the same so why do I try
Why am I still here
It's smoke and mirrors but it feels real
Give me this, give me that, give me got killed
Somehow I think I have a shot still
Like when Curry miss a three, this how that feels
This how that feels
Like when Curry missed a three, this how that feels
My heart's no longer open
Closed door, lights off but the lock is broken
I'm a poet with these words but I'm not outspoken
And I could never be
Purple liquid in my cup as a remedy
Every second of the day in my memories
God neither on my fate or just sending me
And did it pleasantly
And did it pleasantly, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): G’ani Roberts
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