Maker - Love Me (feat. Decay & The Llama) Lyrics
Maker Love Me (feat. Decay & The Llama)

Love Me (feat. Decay & The Llama)

Maker


Lyrics Love Me (feat. Decay & The Llama) - Maker




Fuck is this?
Think where your head going, nigga
You ain't about shit, nigga, I'm out
Fuck you doing?
In the shadow of Reaganomics, scholars dismiss Ebonics
I was struggling with phonics, we starts out to playing Sonic
No chronic yet but still wet the whistle, siphon dibbles
Worked the broom and cans, we toss it back, watch wasn't an issue
The act alone was the buzz, my tolerance builds
Blissful ways of ignorance, oblivious to the ills
Though I was far from innocent and daily got grilled
By my Guyanese mama and she stayed on the steel
We never cared, aware of new ways to get impaired
Each day a new thrill, living life on a dare
Being broke wasn't a problem 'til the ladies got wise
And recognized they control guys without parting thighs
At sunrise, the dawning of a new possibility
Never really saw beyond tomorrow, silly me
I didn't see reason, but like the seasons, shit change
Now this outfit is fitting me strange
Everywhere were potential traps, I didn't see it laid out
Played out, gang affiliated shit fade out
My man was a traveler and T'd out gear
Shot in his back at the school during freshman year
My other guy was bullshitting on the block hard
Home invasion got him knocked, kidnap charge
Bullets just missing targets, I wasn't always hardest
To be honest, my dumb ass was out trying to spark it
Waking up, thinking that today's the day they snuff me
A poisoned heart couldn't think I'm worth someone to love me
Self-hate became the mind state
It's never too late to rehabilitate and get your mind straight
Nurturing got me here because my mother subbed me
And told me that the Most High love me
Somehow I avoided the traps, I guess I'm lucky
To come out of the other side of a life so ugly
I reminisce on old times not to forget
A thin line exists between experience and regret
So while the liquor in my stomach burn
I pour out a little for whom it may concern
Yeah, love 'til we return, yeah



Writer(s): Eli Joseph Rogers


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