Текст песни Free The Robots - 47shawnn

Dear diary, what a day it's been
Dear diary, it's been just like a dream

Still stuck inside my head
I do the same shit
I picked it up then put it down
Like it's a game bitch
I'm scared to talk to her
Yeah, she don't know my name
And I'd be scared if she was hanging with my damn main
Well
I don't really give a fuck
I'm startin' to think my talent really isn't shit but luck
Do the crackas really hate me for my color?
I'm lifting up my wrist, okay I'm bout to get the cutter
Damn
All that shit was in my past life
I'm wishing Tereniy would try to be my last wife
Okay I'm missing her
I seen her in my past life
Cause she got me living like this shit wasn't my last life
Dear diary
I'm sick and tired of giving up
I'm making motion
Now my life is really picking up
Cause my head was down
Until my lady came to pick it up
Man fuck this shit
I'm bout to get the beat and turn it up

(At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn)
Been just like a dream
(At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn)
Been just like a dream

Don't know what's real or fake
I only know the grind
Like I could skate
Okay I'm pushing weight
I'm sick and tired of living in the states
Can't name a single trait
I would have
That she would even like
I'm really tryna hold her down
Just like some titties on a dyke
Man, damn
Really, I don't even give a fuck
Shit, I'm outta luck
The 803 just got me feeling stuck
Come free ya mind baby
Let me come and pick it up
Shit, hotboxed
Tinted windows
In the Jeep truck
Fuck it
All that faking you can cut it
I was wishing you were here
But now I'm bout to kick the bucket
Reach ya arms out
Baby come and grab a hand
Now I'm letting go
Cause I'm still learning how to be a man
I wasn't ready
Mental shit I'm tryna keep it steady
Living like I'm Larry
But bitches be acting petty
Damn
I had to put you in another plan
The last plan
I had to crumble for the trash can
That shit was blowing up
I'm feeling like I'm growing up
Shit, my old soul
Got me feeling like I'm old enough
Oh wait, I'm good enough
Oh nah, i'm good without her
I'll put a bullet through my brain
Just so I couldn't think about her
Aye, I'm still dreaming
The haters out here still scheming
I'm still streaming
Pouring Drank
Yeah I'm still leaning
I'm still learning
How to treat you
When I'm numb inside
I'm tryna love you
But it's harder when I'm dead inside
It's a shame that
I really fell in love
But I couldn't treat you like I should've
Now I live above
Baby I just wanna be ya one and only
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
Now I'm feeling lonely
Uh
Shawty I don't mean to rage
That loverboy is dead
And his ashes sit in a cave
The way I'm knocking out the pussy
I'm feeling like Johnny Cage
All these bitches on my dick
Yeah I see why they burning sage
Uh
You play this song when I'm dead bitch
I'm sick of lifting up your spirits
Why you thinking you a dead lift?
That line ain't make sense
Just like your fucking love
The way I'm feeling imma pass it to the man above