Lyrics Deja Vu - MYLESTONE

Focusing on what is broken
Never set you free
Uncle Phil you solid like the center on the team
PTSD I seen you way up underneath
Them talks by the pool
Man could never go extinct
I know I'm blessed
I know it's real
I know I'm son of God
I know my failures are the greatest gift a man can find
But in this moment in time
Let's not rewind
I might not be perfect picture
But your hard to find
And lord knows they try to replicate it
Originality a substance they choose not to play with
Real life I never Popped no xan for clout or advance
When I was popping I was really on it
I fell in love with that money
Love became opponent
When I dropped Alive
I was really broken
I built myself up with promethazine hocus pocus
I had to way to many recipes to many potions
Pussy nigga wanted beef but he was cold turkey
Treat the beat like a cuisine sunny side early
West side know me off the ford daily
Million dollar meeting
Shades on cause I'm faded
They tell me better keep yo head straight
They don't wanna see what lay up where my head stay
A lot of times I like to pray
And talk to God up on a Saturday
Cause those use to be my saddest days
But look here I am here I stand
That little country boy still got the mic in his hand

I paid my dues like it's tithe on a Sunday
Told her fuck Simon gone and do what stone say
I get excited getting payments on a day to day
A lot of problems but a lot of plays
Barilla pasta penne to be the name
Always use to warm it up a night before a game
Always keep a bad mamacita at my games
2018 shit a lot of shit changed man
Mutual friends been using my name
For mutual gain and the funny thing
They think a nigga wouldn't notice
So I'm a take my time and go and smell the roses
Cause where I'm from a lot of niggas like to follow
Jewelry hell a hollow
I'm having deja vu at the Apollo
To many uncontrolled substances
I can't follow I don't wanna follow
But since you mad
Let me give you images that last
Cause nowadays the next days is better than my last
And It's ashamed would of thought
That your demeanor would be glad
But the hate is the reflection through the glass
And now I see it clearer
You would tell me go and punt
Trying to fake the kicker
Word to my ex shawty girl I don't miss you
Don't need you
My heart is full of gold
But lays inside a demon
Big body Benz we don't need a reason
Big duffles for the summer reasons
I'm x'ing all they o's
Like it god damn be some spring cleaning
All they hear is silence
But deep down I'm screaming