Aye

It′s me again

I'm a living ball of stress

Getting all depressed

Kippin′ getting dressed an all and my crip is all a mess

I'm missing all my ex girls, I wish em all the best

But I'm sitting with my next girl giving y′all a rest

I know I′m not the best with the opposite sex

I confess I give em all moderate stress

Am I negative? Well I'm not positive yet

I can′t seem to figure out if I'm the cause or effect. Aye!

And though I′m live my morality is low

These hoes are hoping for a rose like reality shows

I gotta keep on they toes as my salary grows my

Family knows that im never chasin after these hoes

It goes

Oooooooooh damn

When I'm gone then I′m gone

Don't be sad without me

I left a lot of songs for you to play so blast em loudly

I left a lot products you can take and that can shout me

Out without a post you could make a post and tag it proudly

My live's amazing despite on my short humming′s

I can count it on my path I met them with more running

All the way to the end till I get to the door huffing

Just to see what it was for i thought i was more nothing

I apologize (why)

Its hard for me to post

It′s rare I like to share I feel like part of me is ghost

And everybody's fronting when you start to see it close

Then you understand the stuff is for those who need it most

I′m not another clue posting with this money for I'll

Smack it from your head before I ask if anybody′s home

Shit that's how I feel right now, so what′s the deal?

Nothing really real right now. We go...

Oooooooooh damn

I thought what you saw success, You gotta take a rest

But you have to double down if you wanna stay the best

Ain't nobody got yo interest in heart

They all waiting for your spot

And they wish you depart

And fall face first

They looking for a reason to hate

I'm thinking of leaving

I′m having trouble breathing if late

I need an escape

No this is not a fire drill

I have a major blow out now running on my tire wheels

Never finish what I start, my clothes are in the dryer still

Getting out of bed, takes all of my entire will

And yet I′m still here standing tall,

After all (???) working on my cannonball

Or catch me sitting like a slouch

We put a man on the moon and I can't get up off the couch

And though I′m humble to the core and if we rumble

I'll have you screaming uncle on the floor like.

Oooooooooh damn

Afterword

Proleter feat. Taskrok

Songtexte Afterword - Proleter feat. Taskrok