paroles de chanson Personal (feat. Ricky Motion & Evan Crommett) - Marlon Craft , Evan Crommett

I've been searching for their praise for a minute
I don't try
I've been in a daze, I'm offended I won't lie
Give a fuck if they didn't mean it
This is my life
Homie I'm takin it personal

I've been drunk for 25 days a month
I've been stuck for like more like 31
I'm about to face this personal
Homie I'm takin it personal

Thoughts all deep, drinking knob creek
Rhythm off beat, living all bleek
Dying' from life and my symptoms on fleek
Holy water just drip on my cheek
And it fall to my lips I could taste the salt
From the weight and the way they talk

All the doubt from what they had thought
All the running' back and forth tryna pace my heart, I won't let you
Mirror convos, I don't get you
Thinking of all the fun that come from being simple
That I just don't get to

No rescue, I don't want it, I won't neck you
See my head too bright
Won't dull my light
Don't kiss ass, I ain't even that great at eating pussy
So y'all can go ahead and just push me
Swallow this whiskey but never my pride

I won't hide won't lie no no no no
Can't walk in my shoes, but truth is
I wouldn't want you to, that just might taint my soul so
All I know is I don't know
All that shows is what don't show
All my highs are my lows yo

I'm trying, what if I never fight hard enough?
What if my skin, isn't golden
In the shining' eyes of the chosen?
I, I, hope to God I'm enough
But at times, I, feel so alone and stuck

I need some answers right now
I've been drinking and driving the seatbelt's for pussies and clowns
I put my faith in green faces
But only cause none of em frown
Tired of doubters and old toy vibes always putting me down
Putting me down

Rapper by night like I'm caped to crusade
But I'm still working eight hours a day
I acquaintance and she tryna date
Drank fell asleep and forgot now I'm late
Ironic, I wonder why I be alone

Always exposing myself in these poems
Wonder if certain things I can atone
Ain't wanna do this shit over the phone
Know that my body's your temple your home
I laid it down like position is prone

Invite to party don't care to go,
All of my homies like fair enough, emotionally unavailable
When will I feel like I've grown?
I'm 25, and I still ask my momma to fold all my clothes
I'm still a novice when I'm on the stove
Making grilled cheese is bout all that I know
Slippery slope obligated to soldier
Nap sack tied to a stick on my shoulder

Every day feels the same
Every day feels the same
Can't keep these images out of my brain
I'm calling for guidance, I'm short on replies and
I'm scrolling through all these names
Tell me now how can I numb the pain

I, I, hope to God I'm enough
But at times, I, feel so alone and stuck

I've been searching for their praise for a minute
I don't try
I've been in a daze, I'm offended I won't lie
Give a fuck if they didn't mean it
This is my life
Homie I'm takin it personal

I've been drunk for 25 days a month
I've been stuck for like more like 31
I'm about to face this personal
Homie I'm takin it personal
Personal
Personal

And you fight, you're a fighter
And you fight, you're a fighter
And you fight, you're a fighter
And you fight, you're a fighter
And you fight, you're a fighter
And you fight, you're a fighter
And you fight, you're a fighter
And you fight, you're a fighter