1983 Nautica Sweater
Cool sweater weather, shoes slipping in the breeze
I rather live up on my feet then die up on my knees
I'm battling my mental while my siblings talking therapy
Now who be caring see
When I yell no one be hearing me
Bodega trips and I be spending all my cents
And if I trip out for this week I just think that I need a cleanse
I'm just tryna make amends
With all my exes and my friends
They haven't seen me in these weeks because I think I'm counting yen
Been dealing with some trauma
Been running from my mama
Live recklessly but knowing that there's some use in this karma
Been working for some commas
While zooted out to Impala
Mama say you make it good with the one and only Allah
But how could I love a god when I don't love myself
Think he needs some help
But we know everyone just out for self
Cypher with my Nikes, I think I might be to hype for hell
We speeding on the highway, but this melting pot we born to dwell
Cool sweater weather, shoes slipping in the breeze
I rather live up on my feet then die up on my knees
I'm battling my mental while my siblings talking therapy
Now who be caring see
When I yell no one be hearing me
I rather live up on my feet then die up on my knees
I'm battling my mental while my siblings talking therapy
Now who be caring see
When I yell no one be hearing me
Bodega trips and I be spending all my cents
And if I trip out for this week I just think that I need a cleanse
I'm just tryna make amends
With all my exes and my friends
They haven't seen me in these weeks because I think I'm counting yen
Been dealing with some trauma
Been running from my mama
Live recklessly but knowing that there's some use in this karma
Been working for some commas
While zooted out to Impala
Mama say you make it good with the one and only Allah
But how could I love a god when I don't love myself
Think he needs some help
But we know everyone just out for self
Cypher with my Nikes, I think I might be to hype for hell
We speeding on the highway, but this melting pot we born to dwell
Cool sweater weather, shoes slipping in the breeze
I rather live up on my feet then die up on my knees
I'm battling my mental while my siblings talking therapy
Now who be caring see
When I yell no one be hearing me
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Writer(s): Dennis Ballew
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