Hazard Lights Freestyle "Thank You"
Bitch
Tired of all this shit
Every opp shot
I miss my niggas
Fuck this
(Grrah)
I push you away when I'm feeling alone
And no, it's not your fault, bae, I know you confused
And I was never the type taking pills, now I'm taking these Percs
I don't know what to do
I'm losing myself and I don't got no hope
And they say I'm the hope, that's why I gotta tote
And when I'm talking, these niggas just hear me
The only one listening to me is my notes
I'm going through this shit, all I can do is write
I think about my bitch and I start getting tight
Like, I don't know what she doing, she so far away
I be thinking about her through the night
Like, I don't know how to love from a distance
Bro told me I'm bugging, I think that he right
When we together, everything be Gucci
I start reminiscing when she leave my sight
I'm doing these drugs 'til they tell me to stop it (stop it)
Off these Percocets, I gotta watch it
Like, my anxiety been fucking with me
I get in my head and start thinking about nonsense
Three in the morning, crying in my closet
I'm tired of people asking when I'm dropping
Lately, y'all don't care if I'm rhyming
I say that I'm okay, but y'all know that I'm lying
She told me she care, I don't know if she lying
Don't got no more tears left in me, I be crying
Look at the news, I see everyone dying
But I'm with my on my business and try to stay silent
Like, all this shit I ever said I meant
I'm off my ass, bitch, I gotta pay rent
Like, I get drippy to go to the stu'
Bitches smell my cologne and ask what is my scent
Like, Casamigos been tasting like water
Can take ten shots and still won't be bent
Four guns in the V, every time we bend
I used to be happy, I don't know where it went
And me and none of these niggas is calming
Cannot compare me, it don't make sense
Bitch, I'm a leader, they just follow trends
Like everyday I wake up and repent
I swear I'm tired of crying (tired of crying)
I'm tired of niggas eyeing (tired of eyeing)
I'm tired of bitches lying, nigga (bitches lying, nigga)
I'm tired of niggas dying
I miss my niggas the circle is small
Now every time I come around, it's a new face
No, they wasn't with me when I ain't have shit
So I tell these niggas to get out my face
I tell these niggas to get out my face
I don't got no more energy left for this race
And they think I got money 'cause I got some chains
Niggas think that I got money, I watch niggas change
I swear nobody understand my pain
And I be going through shit by myself
I don't need nobody, I'm good by myself
I be stressing too much, it's not good for my health
And lately, I ain't been jacking my hood
Niggas don't call me, ask me if I'm good
Niggas be saying I be moving weird
I swear to God I'm so misunderstood
And I can barely take care of myself
But I'm still tryna help everyone else
Knocks in the V, we ain't stopping for 12
I be needing someone, but I don't ask for help
And I know sometimes that I be wrong
This a letter, it's not a song
And I want all my niggas out the hood
Every chance that I get, I try put niggas on
I done sat at the table, I ain't had no lunch
I ain't speak to granny in like a month
And lately, it been just me and my gun
And they tell me I made it, I don't know if I won
Bitch, fuck 'em all
Tired of all this shit
Every opp shot
I miss my niggas
Fuck this
(Grrah)
I push you away when I'm feeling alone
And no, it's not your fault, bae, I know you confused
And I was never the type taking pills, now I'm taking these Percs
I don't know what to do
I'm losing myself and I don't got no hope
And they say I'm the hope, that's why I gotta tote
And when I'm talking, these niggas just hear me
The only one listening to me is my notes
I'm going through this shit, all I can do is write
I think about my bitch and I start getting tight
Like, I don't know what she doing, she so far away
I be thinking about her through the night
Like, I don't know how to love from a distance
Bro told me I'm bugging, I think that he right
When we together, everything be Gucci
I start reminiscing when she leave my sight
I'm doing these drugs 'til they tell me to stop it (stop it)
Off these Percocets, I gotta watch it
Like, my anxiety been fucking with me
I get in my head and start thinking about nonsense
Three in the morning, crying in my closet
I'm tired of people asking when I'm dropping
Lately, y'all don't care if I'm rhyming
I say that I'm okay, but y'all know that I'm lying
She told me she care, I don't know if she lying
Don't got no more tears left in me, I be crying
Look at the news, I see everyone dying
But I'm with my on my business and try to stay silent
Like, all this shit I ever said I meant
I'm off my ass, bitch, I gotta pay rent
Like, I get drippy to go to the stu'
Bitches smell my cologne and ask what is my scent
Like, Casamigos been tasting like water
Can take ten shots and still won't be bent
Four guns in the V, every time we bend
I used to be happy, I don't know where it went
And me and none of these niggas is calming
Cannot compare me, it don't make sense
Bitch, I'm a leader, they just follow trends
Like everyday I wake up and repent
I swear I'm tired of crying (tired of crying)
I'm tired of niggas eyeing (tired of eyeing)
I'm tired of bitches lying, nigga (bitches lying, nigga)
I'm tired of niggas dying
I miss my niggas the circle is small
Now every time I come around, it's a new face
No, they wasn't with me when I ain't have shit
So I tell these niggas to get out my face
I tell these niggas to get out my face
I don't got no more energy left for this race
And they think I got money 'cause I got some chains
Niggas think that I got money, I watch niggas change
I swear nobody understand my pain
And I be going through shit by myself
I don't need nobody, I'm good by myself
I be stressing too much, it's not good for my health
And lately, I ain't been jacking my hood
Niggas don't call me, ask me if I'm good
Niggas be saying I be moving weird
I swear to God I'm so misunderstood
And I can barely take care of myself
But I'm still tryna help everyone else
Knocks in the V, we ain't stopping for 12
I be needing someone, but I don't ask for help
And I know sometimes that I be wrong
This a letter, it's not a song
And I want all my niggas out the hood
Every chance that I get, I try put niggas on
I done sat at the table, I ain't had no lunch
I ain't speak to granny in like a month
And lately, it been just me and my gun
And they tell me I made it, I don't know if I won
Bitch, fuck 'em all
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Writer(s): Jonathan Aldana Giraldo, Zaire T Rivera
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