paroles de chanson 20 - Tymonie

(Many times upon a time, told many times over, by the many people affected)
(There was a young child, with a story behind 'em)
(But this right here, is a lesson)

Young man, straight out'ta Houston with one plan
Became a gun man, shooting for stars sometimes I missed and said the gun jammed
Track ain't my sport try'n be like jump man
Sobered up, ain't need support no not from one strand (Not from a single strand)
It took a lot for me to make it to where I'm at
Look back at my journey reminisce and update the map
Ever since I was born, bull with the horns
Running through thorns, look 20 years later, selling like porn

Impatience becomes conflicting fingers itching
Sleep restrictions
Clock is ticking slower by the minute
Like grandma making Thanksgiving Dinner
Patience getting thinner like Lee skinnies
Kids screaming and kicking, 'til you give up (But he never did up)
With patience comes inhibitions
Guidance out the trenches
Clean dishes
Room for more wishes, come get em couldn't miss it
Momma's kisses
Break out ya shell like you faced eviction
Place is kicking bad breath
Shaping shifting, drank in a cup
I'm X'ing goals off of my checklist
Took twenty, maybe more years just to flex this
Took plenty and plenty more tears just to flex this
The nexus between you and yours a pretty Lexus (Was it worth it?)
My dreams bigger mane I'm from Texas
2001 to '21 still counting these blessings (The boy becomes a man)
I learned to count those before a dollar bill, that'll come
Blessings what make a dollar turn to a mil
The beef turn into a meal
The weekends up in the hills
The pistols I aim at the moon with becoming dual wield
The streets turning into fields
White picket fences, gems-from the trenches
Think about it, tell how you feel (It's too late to be shy now)
Never too old, never too bold
To ask a question after I been told
Silence is gold but I'm aiming for diamond
Still multiplying everyday mane
Shedding blood, sweat, and tears grinding, climbing mane ever since I was a

Young man, straight out'ta Houston with one plan
Became a gun man, shooting for stars sometimes I missed and said the gun jammed
Track ain't my sport try'n be like jump man
Sobered up, ain't need support no not from one strand (Not from a single strand)
It took a lot for me to make it to where I'm at
Look back at my journey reminisce and update the map
Ever since I was born, bull with the horns
Running through thorns, look 20 years later, selling like porn
(Your deepest and darkest desires)

Unconditional hate cream on the cake
Took one little bite, cleaned off the plate
McLoving the taste, stuffing my face
Please call up the chef, give him a raise
Elevate, Levitate, escalate, whatever floats the boat
Let it breathe, soak in, marinate, I'm soon to be the goat

(Because one thing is for sure and two thing are for certain)
(Shit, you get it)