Lyrics LITTLE RAPS. - jkl

These tears get through the worst it's been a long year
Protect my heart yeah but frankly I can't sit still
Grip wheels
Honestly a hoopty in fact
I can't express my emotions I put it all in these raps
Cause I done six shows
Five of them shitty but you know "So it goes"
Soda pop mixed with the liquor I put the coke with rosé
Motels just to get away from here I need escape
I can't even fathom
What I'm boutta face in two years
I can't hope for change cause that shit weird
I been fighting demons no cliche
My eyes weary I ain't even Christian no more
But I been praying lately
Tryna get this shit straight for me man nobody saved me
Jumping offa deep ends
Tryna learn more about love
Because it's more than sex
It's so deceptive
Cause I'm tryna learn the difference between bitches and women
I'm tryna get up off my ass and go and make me a million
I'm doing school because I need a fucking goal
So quit asking bout my major bro I'll never fucking know
And one thing I know is that I'll never fucking fold
I might bend I'll never break
Throwing money in the bank
Tryna see the 20's stack while I'm plotting my escape
Put my homies on my back yeah
Ever thought of trapping?
Cause my girl would fucking hate me but I need to get this money
And it's I can't be out here looking bummy

Rolling
The whip is so busted smoke drifting out the window
Don't tell me that I'm not that guy
Bruh I can't compromise bruh I'm a soldier
A couple cups down I'ma spit what I told ya
Seal it when I wrote it throw a verse up on the shelf
One day I'll pay bills with these lil raps drag me down to hell
These little fucking raps drag me down to hell

My iced heart froze over
Next I'll get the polar watch
Polar ice caps on my wrists
Bruh I can see it now
Tryna flip frowns make some bucks in the process
This ain't luck keep your comments to yourself
I been solo in the cut
Tryna make it for myself
Cause the boy is tryna heal from all the hurt that was felt
And the damage that was dealt
Man I tried to keep my heart in the vault
I want the bunnies on the boat I'll wear a tux to the waltz
Cause I'm sick of being broke
These rhymes ain't been enough
Bruh I gotta leave this room
The walls been melting while my foot got stuck
In the glue that came from it
Ima lose it
No more drama Ima dream chaser
No more drink the lean won't save ya
No more reaching Ima grab what I'm owed
Throw the bag in the trunk Ima hit the fucking road
Bag in the trunk
Hit the fucking road

Rolling
The whip is so busted smoke drifting out the window
Don't tell me that I'm not that guy
Bruh I can't compromise bruh I'm a soldier
A couple cups down I'ma spit what I told ya
Seal it when I wrote it throw a verse up on the shelf
One day I'll pay bills with these lil raps drag me down to hell
These little fucking raps drag me down to hell
Yeah