Lyrics Self Love - 16raheem

Up and down taking trips I been going through that roller coaster
Ian for a poster so don't put me up cuz ian perfect
Ion drink mimosa ian smoking i been running tracks and running gaps
One six raheem feeling like I'm mostert
This ain't for the weak minded this ain't for the broken heart
Overwhelmed on everything up on my plate like where to start
Tryna keep that duo together like it was Noah's ark
Tryna keep my feeling collected but I been fell apart
Tryna make excuse that I'm better but you can hear the art
It's painful
My brain full of reasons why to never start the same road I came on
Regretting why I ever did
Cartilage my name cuz my ear keep me wanna live
The music really saved me
I would be alone in that ocean with no life raft
Too cold for ice packs
Nothing else could really patch the feeling never fill the void
Only thing that I can do is teach myself to even scores

Music hit another level when I turned nineteen
57 days sober now I'm tryna stay clean
Tryna put my name around the city need some Spray paint
Tryna clean up blemishes up on me need some Face cream
Fourth kind my brothers I been moving with a dream team
Used to cover up my true emotions wit a Smoke screen
Tryna clean the wound up front I need some Saline
Practicing that self love I really need the real thing

Lost in the wind of the haze
While I blaze off
Thinking bout the days before the steez got his stage on
Hooping was the dream but streets heard his name call
Gang who he hanged 13 wit sum big balls
But I when I grew I had understood all of those emotions
I took a hit of a Percy then fell in love with smoking
It took sometimes for the realest lies turn to realization
I can't allow nun them niggas round me I quit the faking
You can view it as hating
I just view it as peaceful
I need my space for my mental health and my heart for equal
Cause I don't need for a new reminder no newer sequel
I'm inna a sequence where easing inner considered evil
Considered selfish I care for me fore I care for people
They putting faith in the Malcom middle with no medieval
I used to give it my for niggas that neva cared
The reasons why I be piecing these pieces of a man

Music hit another level when I turned nineteen
57 days sober now I'm tryna stay clean
Tryna put my name around the city need some Spray paint
Tryna clean up blemishes up on me need some Face cream
4th kind my brothers I been moving with a dream team
Used to cover up my true emotions wit a Smoke screen
Tryna clean the wound up front I need some Saline
Practicing that self love But really need the real thing