Good Boy

Trust me I try, I bust my ass
Trust me I don't do it just to touch some cash
I been going through but it's gonna pass
If im gonna last what I gotta do to run it back?
Ran the Hundred yard dash no matter how fast im running
Still gotta run a Hundred more laps
It don't stop
Don't pat pat on the back
Im not so smart
No Humphrey Bogart or Mozart just
Whole hardedly go hard
Even though I know that part of me's so lost
Maybe that part of me's all gone
And I gotta find some other part to hold on
To as life's goes on
Through all the highs and lows on
Top of my mind being swole
From all the shit they installed inside of my phone
I swear im not in control
Took time looked inside of my soul
Everything i happened to achieve don't matter at all
Ain't no point in asking for receipts
At this point I'm just trying practice what i preach
Look
I'm not after a master piece im just trying master my peace
Get back to reality after defeat trying get back on my feet
And I know

You know you know you know
You're such a good boy aren't you?
You know you know you know
You're such a good boy aren't you?
You know you know you know
You're such a good boy aren't you?
You know you know you know
You're such a good boy aren't you?



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Tshabola, Joviale Tshabola
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