Tell Me
I don't think I'll ever be sober
Talk about life like it's already over, Lord
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Have you ever been terrified of your darkest fears becoming verified
By your destitution, no resolution
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Have you ever been terrified of your darkest fears becoming verified
By your destitution, no resolution
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
I don't think I'll ever be sober
Talk about life like it's already over, Lord
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Have you ever been terrified of your darkest fears becoming verified
By your destitution, no resolution
My darkest secret, my closest friend
Is my lonely pen, so let the pain begin
Now, we could put it on a page for people to read
A make a couple dope lines, you better believe it
I been taking it easy, trying to appease every solitary soul
That would listen to me, but I
Realized that it's all fake, not real
I figured out people take but never give, and don't nobody give a fuck about the truth
Or what it means to you, you're better making it through
You was living with a dollar and a dream, I'm in this cool scheme
Everything ain't what it seems
When I looked in the mirror but couldn't recognize the person I'd become
A nigga I despise, but otherwise I'm obliged to describe my demise
Surprised a motherfucker didn't make it, he couldn't take it
No resonation, his dedication was slowly fading
But what he facing was so amazing, what you did to phase him
A difficult dilemma dependent upon a man who was black
Flow abstract, niggas can't match that, detatched to make a fat batch
And the dopeness, a nigga wasn't this real then everybody would notice
We live in a world completely ass backwards, at least for the thanks and no please
Rankest police yank and murder a young nigga then leave him out on the pavement
Debating the basis of all of your hatred
I told myself that I would work and never start complaining
Can't be complacent, don't seek the fame
As I reach the brain let's beseech the cadence
I kept aside so I could survive
And lately I've been getting high for the pain I confide, Lord
Talk about life like it's already over, Lord
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Have you ever been terrified of your darkest fears becoming verified
By your destitution, no resolution
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Have you ever been terrified of your darkest fears becoming verified
By your destitution, no resolution
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
I don't think I'll ever be sober
Talk about life like it's already over, Lord
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Have you ever been terrified of your darkest fears becoming verified
By your destitution, no resolution
My darkest secret, my closest friend
Is my lonely pen, so let the pain begin
Now, we could put it on a page for people to read
A make a couple dope lines, you better believe it
I been taking it easy, trying to appease every solitary soul
That would listen to me, but I
Realized that it's all fake, not real
I figured out people take but never give, and don't nobody give a fuck about the truth
Or what it means to you, you're better making it through
You was living with a dollar and a dream, I'm in this cool scheme
Everything ain't what it seems
When I looked in the mirror but couldn't recognize the person I'd become
A nigga I despise, but otherwise I'm obliged to describe my demise
Surprised a motherfucker didn't make it, he couldn't take it
No resonation, his dedication was slowly fading
But what he facing was so amazing, what you did to phase him
A difficult dilemma dependent upon a man who was black
Flow abstract, niggas can't match that, detatched to make a fat batch
And the dopeness, a nigga wasn't this real then everybody would notice
We live in a world completely ass backwards, at least for the thanks and no please
Rankest police yank and murder a young nigga then leave him out on the pavement
Debating the basis of all of your hatred
I told myself that I would work and never start complaining
Can't be complacent, don't seek the fame
As I reach the brain let's beseech the cadence
I kept aside so I could survive
And lately I've been getting high for the pain I confide, Lord
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Writer(s): K.a.a.n.
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