Jasmine

Yeah
You know how I do it baby
TH Monroe

How I'm feeling, I can never really get enough
Vodka spilling on the carpet, I've been getting drunk
I've been feeling stuck, looking for the exit still
I've been working out, working on my sex appeal

Been on a roll, look at what I'm cooking up
Listen to the competition, goddamn they suck
I'm underrated, but that's okay with me baby
I'm going crazy, making classics like it ain't shit

The pictures I'm painting
Tan like I'm Cajun
Smoking marijuana for a mental vacation
Stop hating, do something for yourself
Being a stupid ass bitch is really bad for your health
I've gone through hell, still loving myself
When the push comes to shove, I know I won't fail
Cause I'm back in the scene, and I ain't never been whack
When it's time to succeed, I do it like that, like that

Yeah, be a fucking man

Reaching out to friends,
Text gets received, go again
No call back, fuck them
I'm staying on 10
When I blow up don't remember me
You missed your motherfucking opportunity, bitch

How I've been living like
Flips the cards out the deck, how I'm feeling right
Another day when the sun gonna rise again
Opportunity knocking, you better let em in

I'm too shaded behind shades, my eyes probably red as hell
In high school, the adderall was getting railed
Now I'm cooler than anyone I ever knew
My old friends looking like who the fuck are you
Been this dude my whole goddamn life
But I couldn't let loose, always had to keep it tight
Had trauma as a youth, I was never at ease
Started fiending for drugs when I was only fourteen
Kpins, morphine, hold the sprite, take the lean
Vyvanse, ecstasy, marijuana, triple beam
Now I shook out better than the ones that went to college
Watch this, young white kid spitting God shit

It's amazing
Time for patience
Gonna go blind from the smoke I'm facing
Hope I'm wasting
Hate it, but it's true
I'm next in line
Excuse me, coming through

The revolution will not be televised
Fogging your brain with pollution is ill advised
We're trying to find a solution for real this time
We're trying to find a solution for real this time
Throwing out all my two cents doesn't matter
I don't want your attention, fuck the chatter
I only got like two friends and they more like brothers
I always pay attention like I'm undercover
Shout out to all the bitches that I'm missing
I gotta focus on the money, it's a mission
Been through a lot of shit, I'm still trippin
Yeah I'm nihilist, but I'm still a Christian
I feel my soul when I'm filled with woes
Don't slip, don't fold
I've been down this road before
And I always get it right
Once again I'm alive
Thank you Jesus Christ



Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Hyde
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