Something To Rap On (feat. LAV!$H & Dr. Blake)
Miss when this music shit was rappin'
Now I'm payin' the bills
I pray my God protect my soul
But I'm still sufferin' still
He's just another 22 year old
Been through too many funerals
I count enough to freeze him up at 30 somethin' degrees
Jeez
I can't seem to just get through it with ease
I'm still deciphering my thoughts
So lost or so I like to think
That's what it seems, or so I seem
You see I'm kinda lost, alone and diseased
Please, please
I need a drink, it's like 100 degrees
Please breathe while I light this up
I need a lighter, fuck
Can't seem to catch this racket up
I think I lost a couple bucks
But a couple ain't enough
Just breathe
While I'm breakin' down these trees
Double D'ed up, keep your feet up
While them heads ringin'
Bring 'em down to me and then I'll show 'em how a real demon
Be
Sometimes I find it hard to see my future
Livin life like it's like Medusa
Do something to me, these stones'll scratch 'em up for me
I'm feelin' free
But then my mind recalls a time
You were alive, you were my shine
The sun alone could hardly find a better
Placement, non-adjacent to the one I called my girl
You were my world
You were my world
Yeah
You were my world
Shit
But now it's 584 million miles
Years passed, I'm feelin' wild
Different action, different style
Same me, just different powers
On the road, we hittin' miles
Time to go, just missed me
How?
Too late to go back there now
I feel I've stacked enough bread
I can lay my head down on the wall
It's like a couple little bands, but then again I never thought
That I could stack 'em up like this, I feel the bliss
And cheer my Momma on
As she ends up liftin' the fears
Of all her past trauma
Thankful for these golden years
I'm with homies, sippin' beers
Safe to say that now I'm kinda capable of conquering fears
Hocus pocus, focused on the quote that's bound to catch my feels
Now I'm headed eastbound
Need a bitch to hold it down
I been tryna fix all of my bad habits
I can feel it, finna blow like Planet Namek
She just want a Birkin bag, I just want cabbage
Hurry up, we got a flight to catch
Don't need no baggage
Sorry baby, I can't fuck you 'cause you average
Feel like McGrady how I'm ballin'
Bitch it's magic
R.I.P. my Cuzzo, they caught him in traffic
Long Live King David
Finna get it tatted
Lost my grandma thought we had more time
Poppin' pills and hittin' licks tryna escape my mind
That shit turned me to a savage
I can't even lie
Every time I think about her I just wanna cry
Why she had to go so early Lord? I wonder why
Know she in a better place, but I still want her by my side
I try not to think about it 'cause it tear me up inside
Memories runnin' through my mind
I'd give anything inside the world if I could hit rewind
Now I'm payin' the bills
I pray my God protect my soul
But I'm still sufferin' still
He's just another 22 year old
Been through too many funerals
I count enough to freeze him up at 30 somethin' degrees
Jeez
I can't seem to just get through it with ease
I'm still deciphering my thoughts
So lost or so I like to think
That's what it seems, or so I seem
You see I'm kinda lost, alone and diseased
Please, please
I need a drink, it's like 100 degrees
Please breathe while I light this up
I need a lighter, fuck
Can't seem to catch this racket up
I think I lost a couple bucks
But a couple ain't enough
Just breathe
While I'm breakin' down these trees
Double D'ed up, keep your feet up
While them heads ringin'
Bring 'em down to me and then I'll show 'em how a real demon
Be
Sometimes I find it hard to see my future
Livin life like it's like Medusa
Do something to me, these stones'll scratch 'em up for me
I'm feelin' free
But then my mind recalls a time
You were alive, you were my shine
The sun alone could hardly find a better
Placement, non-adjacent to the one I called my girl
You were my world
You were my world
Yeah
You were my world
Shit
But now it's 584 million miles
Years passed, I'm feelin' wild
Different action, different style
Same me, just different powers
On the road, we hittin' miles
Time to go, just missed me
How?
Too late to go back there now
I feel I've stacked enough bread
I can lay my head down on the wall
It's like a couple little bands, but then again I never thought
That I could stack 'em up like this, I feel the bliss
And cheer my Momma on
As she ends up liftin' the fears
Of all her past trauma
Thankful for these golden years
I'm with homies, sippin' beers
Safe to say that now I'm kinda capable of conquering fears
Hocus pocus, focused on the quote that's bound to catch my feels
Now I'm headed eastbound
Need a bitch to hold it down
I been tryna fix all of my bad habits
I can feel it, finna blow like Planet Namek
She just want a Birkin bag, I just want cabbage
Hurry up, we got a flight to catch
Don't need no baggage
Sorry baby, I can't fuck you 'cause you average
Feel like McGrady how I'm ballin'
Bitch it's magic
R.I.P. my Cuzzo, they caught him in traffic
Long Live King David
Finna get it tatted
Lost my grandma thought we had more time
Poppin' pills and hittin' licks tryna escape my mind
That shit turned me to a savage
I can't even lie
Every time I think about her I just wanna cry
Why she had to go so early Lord? I wonder why
Know she in a better place, but I still want her by my side
I try not to think about it 'cause it tear me up inside
Memories runnin' through my mind
I'd give anything inside the world if I could hit rewind
Credits
Writer(s): Blake Givargidze, Jeremiah Lloyd, Julian Carpio
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