Never Forver II
Aye,
Lately things just feel the same,
Same drugs and same old repetitive nights,
Same old feelings that I used to feel and same old repetitive fights,
I guess I can't help no one, can't heal, and I can't do anything right,
I guess I'll just disappear from here and take myself out of your sights
You like, "nah, I need you right here, I can't be alone tonight"
And I say "fine" but I can feel your fears you know that this home ain't right, huh, yeah
The tone ain't right, my focus only in my zone at night,
I don't hate life, but I hate being alive I wish I could go for a night,
Yeah, ain't nobody ever honest when they make these songs, they just copy and paste
I say what the fuck I'm feeling they gone sing alone cause we all in the same place,
Fuck the money fuck the fame lying all along I can see that shit in they face
Motherfuckers got a whole motherfucking plate, I had to kill to get a taste
Foreal,
I pop that pill that's what it takes,
I held hands with the devil for real, I look my demons in the face,
I done shot my pride with the steel and put an X right through my brain
I can feel the people listening real, nah I ain't buy no fucking plays
It's a soul type of love that I feel, I treat my life like it's a maze
I think about suicide what I'd feel a big decision I could make
They say the money make reality real, then what the hell have I been living in,
Another game another gate to my soul, what if I really ain't feeling it
What you do when,
The shit that's supposed to make you feel alive really make you feel closer to death?
Close your eyes and face that shit with a smile,
I'm back from the dead,
I swear I'm just in too deep,
Them ghosts follow me,
Late night in the dark I creep,
That shit just swallow me,
Real bad boy south side these streets,
These streets they talk to me,
They tell me fuck the industry,
Fake love is all I need
I swear I'm just in too deep,
Them ghosts follow me,
Late night in the dark I creep,
That shit just swallow me,
Real bad boy south side these streets,
These streets they talk to me,
They tell me fuck the industry,
Fake love is all I need
Lately things just feel the same,
Same drugs and same old repetitive nights,
Same old feelings that I used to feel and same old repetitive fights,
I guess I can't help no one, can't heal, and I can't do anything right,
I guess I'll just disappear from here and take myself out of your sights
You like, "nah, I need you right here, I can't be alone tonight"
And I say "fine" but I can feel your fears you know that this home ain't right, huh, yeah
The tone ain't right, my focus only in my zone at night,
I don't hate life, but I hate being alive I wish I could go for a night,
Yeah, ain't nobody ever honest when they make these songs, they just copy and paste
I say what the fuck I'm feeling they gone sing alone cause we all in the same place,
Fuck the money fuck the fame lying all along I can see that shit in they face
Motherfuckers got a whole motherfucking plate, I had to kill to get a taste
Foreal,
I pop that pill that's what it takes,
I held hands with the devil for real, I look my demons in the face,
I done shot my pride with the steel and put an X right through my brain
I can feel the people listening real, nah I ain't buy no fucking plays
It's a soul type of love that I feel, I treat my life like it's a maze
I think about suicide what I'd feel a big decision I could make
They say the money make reality real, then what the hell have I been living in,
Another game another gate to my soul, what if I really ain't feeling it
What you do when,
The shit that's supposed to make you feel alive really make you feel closer to death?
Close your eyes and face that shit with a smile,
I'm back from the dead,
I swear I'm just in too deep,
Them ghosts follow me,
Late night in the dark I creep,
That shit just swallow me,
Real bad boy south side these streets,
These streets they talk to me,
They tell me fuck the industry,
Fake love is all I need
I swear I'm just in too deep,
Them ghosts follow me,
Late night in the dark I creep,
That shit just swallow me,
Real bad boy south side these streets,
These streets they talk to me,
They tell me fuck the industry,
Fake love is all I need
Credits
Writer(s): Raymond Marcel Ramirez
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