Sad Notes
Lonely in the crowd
Lonely at the party
Lonely by myself
More lonely around others
Trip to hell and back
Bottle of Jamison six am
Zip is full, sixty grams
Playing Jill Scott
Shining bright shine
I ma do it
And I ma do it right
White lines on this plate all white
Your soul is deep
Spirit in the dark
Two of us in bed
Two of us fucked up
That's ain't a fucking song of love
Just rhyming because I m lit
Just rhyming off this shit yeah
Was born to be free
But bounded by the chains
They all over me chained
But If there was no pain
There was no beauty
If there were no tears
There were no laugh real shit
All we need
And all we got
Are memories saved far away
This is what we should life for
I can say true
This second can last forever
I will never stop
Wind pages of life
Struggle damn
Still on the block
Yeah we are on the Spring Street
Yellow tape on these corners
Yeah It's a crime scene it's me
Too many dirty things
I have seen
Only feeling good
When my pockets are full cash
Early morning trapping
No sleep need some red bull
I double up the price double
Show me the cards
Failed so many times
But learned and made it to success brr
Did too many crimes
And studied a lot from that
Money dance
Feel the beat
Green wave paper
Yeah that my type shit
Lonely at the party
Lonely by myself
More lonely around others
Trip to hell and back
Bottle of Jamison six am
Zip is full, sixty grams
Playing Jill Scott
Shining bright shine
I ma do it
And I ma do it right
White lines on this plate all white
Your soul is deep
Spirit in the dark
Two of us in bed
Two of us fucked up
That's ain't a fucking song of love
Just rhyming because I m lit
Just rhyming off this shit yeah
Was born to be free
But bounded by the chains
They all over me chained
But If there was no pain
There was no beauty
If there were no tears
There were no laugh real shit
All we need
And all we got
Are memories saved far away
This is what we should life for
I can say true
This second can last forever
I will never stop
Wind pages of life
Struggle damn
Still on the block
Yeah we are on the Spring Street
Yellow tape on these corners
Yeah It's a crime scene it's me
Too many dirty things
I have seen
Only feeling good
When my pockets are full cash
Early morning trapping
No sleep need some red bull
I double up the price double
Show me the cards
Failed so many times
But learned and made it to success brr
Did too many crimes
And studied a lot from that
Money dance
Feel the beat
Green wave paper
Yeah that my type shit
Credits
Writer(s): Maria Trunina
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