SO2-4
You can have it all
Back and forth, through the hospital doors
And mama been sick, man it's never been worse
Feet to the end of my bed, ain't touchin the floor
Bedridden, chained with it, but she waits and endures it
I should-
I should get out more
No conversing with locals unless a cig in return
Skip thesis, I'll be out a year late
Collecting pieces of my genius, I lost it as of late
I have it all
I have it all
Lost it as of late
Mind been everywhere like sulfate
One foot out the door, yeah I'm careful with it
Don't show me for me, been through it
Get more selfish with time
My needs, my fears, I get scared they hold it
Words undecorated with them
When they die, will my tears come out then?
Or will I keep it in 'til I'm miles from the casket
My girl posture bent, carry me up mountains
Dirt creeping up my thigh like ploughmen
Big MIKE on repeat, the influence
Black belt, black buick, GNX
If I'm honest, only music's in my head
My body, my soul intertwined with it
If I don't make this living, I'll starve and keep trying
Beats lying everywhere
I won't be satisfied enough, truthfully
Told you in my last album, a dayjob's okay
No it's not, I wanna get tired of touring
Back and forth, through the hospital doors
And mama been sick, man it's never been worse
Feet to the end of my bed, ain't touchin the floor
Bedridden, chained with it, but she waits and endures it
I should-
I should get out more
No conversing with locals unless a cig in return
Skip thesis, I'll be out a year late
Collecting pieces of my genius, I lost it as of late
I have it all
I have it all
Lost it as of late
Mind been everywhere like sulfate
One foot out the door, yeah I'm careful with it
Don't show me for me, been through it
Get more selfish with time
My needs, my fears, I get scared they hold it
Words undecorated with them
When they die, will my tears come out then?
Or will I keep it in 'til I'm miles from the casket
My girl posture bent, carry me up mountains
Dirt creeping up my thigh like ploughmen
Big MIKE on repeat, the influence
Black belt, black buick, GNX
If I'm honest, only music's in my head
My body, my soul intertwined with it
If I don't make this living, I'll starve and keep trying
Beats lying everywhere
I won't be satisfied enough, truthfully
Told you in my last album, a dayjob's okay
No it's not, I wanna get tired of touring
Credits
Writer(s): Akil Isabell Berani
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