had to die
You cannot get close to me
Please stop approaching me
Somewhere in the graveyard
Ain't a person, I'm a ghostly scene
Sometimes I lay up at night and wonder if a ghost could bleed
I was on the train and looked your way, I hope you noticed me
Soon as I arise hoping my eyes in it roll a 3
Death is not a threat, how could he be? He got no hold on me
What the fuck's the point of trust when every body I do leaves?
Me and people I call brothers fallin' out like autumn leaves
Woman I still love but just still doesn't, I still called a ring
Feeling like I'm lying down and asking why life passing by
Damn I really miss my kids but I gotta catch this flight
Hell nah, you can't see my sadness, I tend to keep that inside
Wanted it to match my eyes so I went and blacked the ride
Me, I'm always speeding and seeing that you lacking drive
Wack rappers attack on live, I pull up and black your eyes
Everybody sad sometimes
You just got to hold your homie
Held mine while he had to die
Everybody want a piece
Just keep your fucking hands up out my pockets
Talking to the walls, they the only ones that's honest
Money change things, I know what the time is
I fucking hate fame, everybody watching
I just wanna be alone
I know you plottin' and you pussy
That's on my life
I ain't no killer but don't push me
It's in their eyes, I see they envy what they couldn't be
Life's tough, bitch I'm everything I should be
Please stop approaching me
Somewhere in the graveyard
Ain't a person, I'm a ghostly scene
Sometimes I lay up at night and wonder if a ghost could bleed
I was on the train and looked your way, I hope you noticed me
Soon as I arise hoping my eyes in it roll a 3
Death is not a threat, how could he be? He got no hold on me
What the fuck's the point of trust when every body I do leaves?
Me and people I call brothers fallin' out like autumn leaves
Woman I still love but just still doesn't, I still called a ring
Feeling like I'm lying down and asking why life passing by
Damn I really miss my kids but I gotta catch this flight
Hell nah, you can't see my sadness, I tend to keep that inside
Wanted it to match my eyes so I went and blacked the ride
Me, I'm always speeding and seeing that you lacking drive
Wack rappers attack on live, I pull up and black your eyes
Everybody sad sometimes
You just got to hold your homie
Held mine while he had to die
Everybody want a piece
Just keep your fucking hands up out my pockets
Talking to the walls, they the only ones that's honest
Money change things, I know what the time is
I fucking hate fame, everybody watching
I just wanna be alone
I know you plottin' and you pussy
That's on my life
I ain't no killer but don't push me
It's in their eyes, I see they envy what they couldn't be
Life's tough, bitch I'm everything I should be
Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Wilson, Matthew Edwards
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