paroles de chanson i tried - Devonte , jonny si

Man I been ripping flows since I was little
Just was always non-committal
Never proved that I was more than second fiddle
I guess my confidence was brittle
And it still might be but I′ll never admit it
I bite my tongue so much man I think I need stitches
I'm back and forth back and forth I can′t make no decisions
I'm all in my feelings once again yeah

I tried to quit
I tried to quit
But I just can't help it no
I′ve tried before
But I can′t quit

Fourteen writing rhymes in my notepad
Looseleaf hiding sheets they were so bad
Talking like my favorites so basic
I had to let it out even though they were so whack
I knew my moms thought I was crazy from the words that I wrote
What we both didn't know, it′s the way I would grow
It's the way I would show, that I needed an escape
Writing rhymes and shooting hoops was the only thing I didn′t hate
The only thing I didn't hate, the only thing I didn′t
I was writing songs so long just trying to make a million
Now I'm writing just to take care of my feelings
In my feelings like

I tried to quit
I tried to quit
But I just can't help it no
I′ve tried before
But I can′t quit

I tried to quit what the fuck is this
Guess music's just in my blood and I can′t give in
Holy shit, holy grail knock out Holyfield
Had at least ten mental breakdowns just this year
Oh my if you never lost your mind then you never lost your heart
So fucking sick and tired letting fears tear me apart
Now I don't know where to start
It′s a whole different feeling
Slide in the booth and express my feelings
I can feel it in my soul
I can feel it in my soul, yeah

I tried to quit
I tried to quit
But I just can't help it no
I′ve tried before
But I can't quit

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here we go again

Bitch I run it like an athlete
Got this shit turnt nigga turnt
You just chilling in the back seat
Roll it up, blowing sticky icky on a Saturday
Not even sad today
I'm with jonny in the studio
We chopping up
Straight cooking like Thanksgiving bitch you know what′s up
Yeah we wilding, freestyling I′m here bruh
Hardwood no carpet
Who needs a studio when you got a studio apartment