Текст песни Final Destination - Antwunn

Five minutes in it and
Down in my image
Not at all
Mind ain't replenished, yet
But fine that I'm in it
Not at all

I Finally realized
Taking money out my eyes
Really frees the mind
Taking pussy out my mind
Made me feel like god
While still feeling outta line
That'll do the job
I don't really got a kind
Guess I need it right
Made me think about a lot
That completed time
Never really got along
With a fetal mind
Left my feelings in the dark
Yet my feet in line
Aint no time for me to shine
Maybe ain't no time for me to grind
Undefeated with the feeling of demise
Couple dollars on my mind but
I just wanna feel a freedom mind ugh
I just want to feel a piece of mind
Ain't no money in my eyes
Hey congratulations, you just won a lot
I stay alive re living all the time
I don't mean to fall in line
But I feel that theres a place that I could find
Just a place that could alleviate the mind
I can not come out of here Without no luck in my life
I can not come out of here Without my niggas surviving
I can not come out of here Without the feeling of pride
Love it or not
Shit can really fuck with the mind
Always think I'm doin better than I'm doing
When the feelings right
I don't want my fears intruding shit
I need to do this right
I can't get through the night
Without me losing all I used inside
And thoughts of suicide
Just got me thinking I can't do this right
I do this right

Five minutes innit and
Down in my image
Not at all
Mind ain't replenished, yet
But fine that I'm in it
Not at all

I cater to the people that gon really need me
Cause I'm blessed with the foundation for the insufficient
A lot of people think it's perfect but it isn't
I'm just going through the same shit glad I'm somewhat risen
Got god with me he point me in the right direction
He gone lead me to the final destination
He gone show the people what's my reputation
I hope he teach him what his life fuck the validation
Got an acquaintance who always trying to prove himself
Something I don't relate with Worried about his mental health
Constantly contemplating if I leave him on the shelf
Cause man I'm so sick and tired of hearing bout the wealth
It's what you got within that's really gon count
And not about the money that you Finna count
I guess this Shit was temporary because I'm out
I'm on and better things I say fuck the clout
Cause it gone always lead you into doubt
Not saying I'm perfect I need help
No really I need help
No I really need some

Five minutes innit and
Down in my image
Not at all
Mind Aint replenished, yet
But fine that I'm in it
Not at all