Thinking Out Loud (Another Bag)
What's the charge of the sinning on your soul?
Charge to game no money back
Straight from the mud can't punish that
No refunds, no running back
Fuck it I just ran to another bag
Fuck it I just ran to another bag
And if I could press rewind tho I ain't lying like I'd do it all again,
Who I used to call my friends
Really ain't the same as those
Really ended on that road
Really went from boyz 2 men
Really grew apart and I can't stand you so you can't be near me
Really fucked myself for all that time I just weren't seein clearly
How can I love you I thought I loved myself I just weren't able
Broken n*ggas from broken homes shit wasn't stable
Still we made it out
now when we step its a parade when we started they all thought it was a phase
I can't be sure of all the days that I got left so
Remind myself when it was more water and it was less smoke
And still I'm blessed but how I'm living is far from my best
I harboured the stress
And bargained with death
Don't argue with liars the art of defiance I'm Laughin at them
This don't define me
In the belly of the beast
shit is bound to make you slimey
Well I mean at least a bit
Like Picasso in the blue no matter what the season is
Used to fiend for validation could see me needin a hit
Now I know I'm lit internally
This really isn't concernin me
And if I could press rewind tho I ain't lying like I'd do it all again
Who I used to call my friends
Really ain't the same as those
Really ain't the same as
I can't relate i see you're dyin to be famous
But I can't judge you it ain't my feet in your trainers
No competition you ain't like me and it's blatant
Coz I just look into your psyche and its dangerous
See I got blessed with a seed
growin life just gets better
6 months deep it cuts deep
I'm chillin lookin at me
Two choices suffer or succeed
It's the latter
Only now I know nothing else matters
Ain't funny how I feel like I'm killin myself for a little freedom
All the liquor all the shit in my lungs think what is breedin
Wish I thought less
Ignorance is bliss
Til you die then this life ain't
Nothing but a bitch
Justifyin all my shit
What's the charge of the sinning on your soul?
Charge to game no money back
Straight from the mud can't punish that
No refunds, no running back
Fuck it I just ran to another bag
Fuck it I just ran to another bag
Charge to game no money back
Straight from the mud can't punish that
No refunds, no running back
Fuck it I just ran to another bag
Fuck it I just ran to another bag
And if I could press rewind tho I ain't lying like I'd do it all again,
Who I used to call my friends
Really ain't the same as those
Really ended on that road
Really went from boyz 2 men
Really grew apart and I can't stand you so you can't be near me
Really fucked myself for all that time I just weren't seein clearly
How can I love you I thought I loved myself I just weren't able
Broken n*ggas from broken homes shit wasn't stable
Still we made it out
now when we step its a parade when we started they all thought it was a phase
I can't be sure of all the days that I got left so
Remind myself when it was more water and it was less smoke
And still I'm blessed but how I'm living is far from my best
I harboured the stress
And bargained with death
Don't argue with liars the art of defiance I'm Laughin at them
This don't define me
In the belly of the beast
shit is bound to make you slimey
Well I mean at least a bit
Like Picasso in the blue no matter what the season is
Used to fiend for validation could see me needin a hit
Now I know I'm lit internally
This really isn't concernin me
And if I could press rewind tho I ain't lying like I'd do it all again
Who I used to call my friends
Really ain't the same as those
Really ain't the same as
I can't relate i see you're dyin to be famous
But I can't judge you it ain't my feet in your trainers
No competition you ain't like me and it's blatant
Coz I just look into your psyche and its dangerous
See I got blessed with a seed
growin life just gets better
6 months deep it cuts deep
I'm chillin lookin at me
Two choices suffer or succeed
It's the latter
Only now I know nothing else matters
Ain't funny how I feel like I'm killin myself for a little freedom
All the liquor all the shit in my lungs think what is breedin
Wish I thought less
Ignorance is bliss
Til you die then this life ain't
Nothing but a bitch
Justifyin all my shit
What's the charge of the sinning on your soul?
Charge to game no money back
Straight from the mud can't punish that
No refunds, no running back
Fuck it I just ran to another bag
Fuck it I just ran to another bag
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Writer(s): Jerome Anthony Joshua Williams, Benjamin Williams
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