Lyrics Matters To Me - Whest Cornell
I'm
tryna
escape
to
a
better
place
A
quiet
place
where
we
can
stay
Cozy
spot
to
rest
my
head
So
I
can
breathe
deep
All
that
bullshit
to
yourself
Ain't
nobody
wanna
hear
tt
We
too
focused
on
ourselves
And
if
you
can't
read
the
room
The
exit
right
there
This
here
is
for
production
Not
everything
is
fair
papa
I'm
so
haha
To
all
the
blah
blah
I
know
I'm
fly
fly
Till
I
die
die
Connecting
dot
dots
You
know
what
make
my
world
feel
great
A
big
ol'
bag
one
that
I
can
have
I
can
split
in
half
With
the
homies
The
gang
Yea
yea
The
homies
The
Don
P
nights
The
blunts
that
did
it
for
me
The
bumps
and
the
random
stories
The
parties
with
all
the
shorties
The
comps
and
all
the
40's
And
pulling
up
like
I'm
Horry
The
truth,
we
really
live
it
We
meant
to
be
the
chosen
In
a
life
where
they
killin'
the
light
We
keep
on
shinning
alright
When
it's
all
said
and
done
Imma
leave
it
to
my
son
A
legacy
of
a
real
muafucka
from
the
jump
Hustled
with
the
best
of
them
Coming
from
where
I'm
from
The
city
of
champions
we
work
till
the
sun
goes
down
And
we
back
right
up
As
soon
as
that
shit
rise
Make
my
money
double
XL
That's
how
we
enterprise
Real
stay
real
The
fake
gnna
multiply
Imma
keep
hitting
record
until
it's
televised
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