Guts (feat. Lightitupav)
Eating out the corner store
Cannot find me
No more Dories they rotting
Every story forgotten
Burn it down it's just a garden tree
And maybe I'm bugging
Home in flames, open oven
Popping out, hold up
What could of been
Comfort is luxury you often pay for
Pain is always paid forward and
Karma keeping count incase I'm prayed for
I mean preyed on passively pressured off
The payed road to be payed off
I can't wait to walk in traffic like
I wanna be the same color as stop on a traffic light
This pressure never built shit let alone a diamond
I think they lied I think they lied I think they hiding
Who talking to who when I'm not around eyeing
You couldn't merk a mercenary made of iron
Shit whose your dealer who is you supplying
Who is holding me up and who in here is lying
Beat myself, up
Early in the morning
4AM, ruff
Don't know where I'm going
Mixing moments, up
Just like my belongings
Roboroach is, on (but)
Minus 2 are snoring (where's our boy)
Eating out the corner store
Cannot find me.
No more Dories, they rotten
Every story, forgotten
Burn it down, it's just a garden tree
And maybe I'm bugging
Home in flames, open oven
Popping out, hold up
What could of been
Eating out the corner store
Cannot find me.
No more Dories, they rotten
Every story, forgotten
Burn it down, it's just a garden tree
And maybe I'm bugging
Home in flames, open oven
Popping out, hold up
What could of been
Armed with the depth
I take a step
Ride it
Came with the grip
I got that shit hide it
I can't be fixed
I learned some tricks
hybrid
Left and right in tandem
My pen ascends with low mileage
Shuck and jive
Duck and drive
I hear it popping for me
Deaths calling my name he want me outside the streets
Hold your anger young one
Suppress them feelings make yourself small
Little black boy take it, tip for them all
Till you can't crawl
Your stronger than others so show them how the browns ball
Show them how to stand tall now
Show them how to stand tall huh
Okay show them how the browns ball
Before the cold does it for you
Spread, open yo guts
Trust
Build up to the glory days
And lay it to rust
The cost to fix it, too much
Disabilities are creeping on me
What is my crutch
Popularity
It's eenie Minnie, Moe
Hit the Dutch
Onomatopoeia
Wanna see yah
Living it clutch,
It's an automatic
Running static
Left in the dusk
Next to coinamatics
Why you panic,
Taking in musk
Back to cinematics
Eating out the corner store
Cannot find me
No more Dories, they rotten
Every story, forgotten
Burn it down, it's just a garden tree
And maybe I'm bugging
Home in flames, open oven
Popping out, hold up
What could of been
Eating out the corner store
Cannot find me
No more Dories, they rotten
Every story, forgotten
Burn it down, it's just a garden tree
And maybe I'm bugging
Home in flames, open oven
Popping out, hold up
What could of been
Cannot find me
No more Dories they rotting
Every story forgotten
Burn it down it's just a garden tree
And maybe I'm bugging
Home in flames, open oven
Popping out, hold up
What could of been
Comfort is luxury you often pay for
Pain is always paid forward and
Karma keeping count incase I'm prayed for
I mean preyed on passively pressured off
The payed road to be payed off
I can't wait to walk in traffic like
I wanna be the same color as stop on a traffic light
This pressure never built shit let alone a diamond
I think they lied I think they lied I think they hiding
Who talking to who when I'm not around eyeing
You couldn't merk a mercenary made of iron
Shit whose your dealer who is you supplying
Who is holding me up and who in here is lying
Beat myself, up
Early in the morning
4AM, ruff
Don't know where I'm going
Mixing moments, up
Just like my belongings
Roboroach is, on (but)
Minus 2 are snoring (where's our boy)
Eating out the corner store
Cannot find me.
No more Dories, they rotten
Every story, forgotten
Burn it down, it's just a garden tree
And maybe I'm bugging
Home in flames, open oven
Popping out, hold up
What could of been
Eating out the corner store
Cannot find me.
No more Dories, they rotten
Every story, forgotten
Burn it down, it's just a garden tree
And maybe I'm bugging
Home in flames, open oven
Popping out, hold up
What could of been
Armed with the depth
I take a step
Ride it
Came with the grip
I got that shit hide it
I can't be fixed
I learned some tricks
hybrid
Left and right in tandem
My pen ascends with low mileage
Shuck and jive
Duck and drive
I hear it popping for me
Deaths calling my name he want me outside the streets
Hold your anger young one
Suppress them feelings make yourself small
Little black boy take it, tip for them all
Till you can't crawl
Your stronger than others so show them how the browns ball
Show them how to stand tall now
Show them how to stand tall huh
Okay show them how the browns ball
Before the cold does it for you
Spread, open yo guts
Trust
Build up to the glory days
And lay it to rust
The cost to fix it, too much
Disabilities are creeping on me
What is my crutch
Popularity
It's eenie Minnie, Moe
Hit the Dutch
Onomatopoeia
Wanna see yah
Living it clutch,
It's an automatic
Running static
Left in the dusk
Next to coinamatics
Why you panic,
Taking in musk
Back to cinematics
Eating out the corner store
Cannot find me
No more Dories, they rotten
Every story, forgotten
Burn it down, it's just a garden tree
And maybe I'm bugging
Home in flames, open oven
Popping out, hold up
What could of been
Eating out the corner store
Cannot find me
No more Dories, they rotten
Every story, forgotten
Burn it down, it's just a garden tree
And maybe I'm bugging
Home in flames, open oven
Popping out, hold up
What could of been
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Brown
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