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I don't know if its me that you need
You miss me yeah now i won't pick up your call
Its been falling i've been stalling for weeks
The stars are pretty when the sky falls
Tryna put my mind at ease
Kick back smoking one
But i'm tryna find the missing piece
Got. me out here chasing the sun
And i can only be me
Blame it on the city im from
Pray to God i die in my sleep
And remember everything that i've done
Promise i ain't looking for smoke
But be careful what you say on my name
Ain't no telling what i'd do if provoked
I'll burn this bitch down into flames
Gasoline in a JerryCan
Molotov cocktail in my other hand
And immma pitch that motherfucker underhand
But on the other hand
Ain't no other way to get
A motherfucker here to understand man
They be tryna stress me out
Yeah i do the most but see
Its mostly cause they left me out
When you gone you're gone
Its only memories to help me out
So i be making a list
So that my great grandkids can figure out
How real it really was and how it still is
The irony of not snitching but having witnesses
The pain of seeing the future but still can't finish it
Some with the shit
Diminish it
Replenish this NIGGA
Tryna put my mind at ease
Kick back smoking one
But i'm tryna find the missing piece
Got. me out here chasing the sun
And i can only be me
Blame it on the city i'm from
Pray to God i die in my sleep
And remember everything that i've done
I hope heaven has a smoking section
I reached out the GOD he ain't answer so i left a message
Took so many L's that you would think i've learned my lesson
Took my trials and mistakes, and all my misdirections
Started shooting for the stars in heights you couldn't measure
Its crazy how this pain developes in this kind of effort
Taking no time for granted
Im hustling ever second
Grinding till im better
I feel so far a head of all of you rappers
Im sorry but i don't think you special
You can climb a skyscraper and not reach my level
Ain't nobody kill my spirit, i can't kill myself
I stopped leaning on yall so i could heal myself
Then i think im never gonna make it
Maybe i shouldve went to college
Maybe i coulda aced it
Maybe i should just keep writing and just get more creative
If i give my all to yall then would you all appreciate it
Maybe
Tryna put my mind at ease
Kicked back smoking one
But im tryna find the missing piece
Go me Out here chasing the sun
And i can only be me
Blame it on the city im from
Pray to God i die in my sleep
And rememeber everything that i've done



Авторы: Bobby Cyiark Copyright: Tunecore Global



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