Songtexte Prosthetics > Hand Outs - Raheem!

Wonder if I wake up too gone?
I've been on a fade for, too long

She not impressed
I seen you struggle to get outta bed
Ahhhh
Put up a fence

No one gettin over, hope you gettin right
Stay yourself I swear, that THAT was I'll advice

Had to take a break
Hard to pray at night, ion know a god
Throwin cards like I'm gambit

Ain't so far from where you landed, I swear
Picture perfect, her anatomy rare

Had a verse
Wasn't fucking widdit at the moment, grow to what you gotta be, yeah!

Nigga's change face
Been an ambu black op

Had to hit the 5, up north to branch out
Hands down nigga, I'm the hardest you da the fan now
Rather have a prosthetic? Then to get a hand out; BITCH

What I roll, cost in commas The bigger picture, is
Casablanca

Had a 45
It was scratched, gave it back almost caught some problems

If
Cancer was a nigga
I'd shoot his face off

The way
Of the life, with a child
Gotta wait for em

Just to move on, they aint faithful
I done seen, bodies in the graveyard
I cannot take more