Текст песни Temple - Dezzy Howell

Such a fuck up, shut the fuck up
So sick of that "when's my luck done"
I'm just so hungry ain't shit to munch on
Not even a snack, like the lunch wrong
I tried given like its Christmas, but the fucks done
Ain't shit to run from
More looking forward too healing
I almost lost my appeal and
I can't go there again
That place was sunken
Niggas had to get out
Just knowing you broken don't mean that I can heal you
When speaking the truth I always tend to feel rude
So fucking selfish, fuck with mine and I have the rights kill you
But there's no time, I gotta grind, couple bills and rents due
Ya know that grown man shit
I really hate that have to go here bitch
Talking down on my name cause you know my shit
I'm super sensitive and my heart said ouch
But it's usually the girls that still stay in they mama house
Some are even on the couch
It's like once she on cloud she still searching for the clout
All that shit talking cause you wanted to figure me out
Well now I'm getting figures
While your sexy lil figure
Trynna figure life out
Man I hate this bitter feeling you placed upon me
Now I'm all alone in desperate need of some company
So I got some money
Damn so I'm damn funny

So if she ask I'm taken
To paper chasin
To the top
But thank the basement

I damn near lost sight of goals right when they had seemed adjacent
Still miss my niggas at home, my day1s ain't no replacing
Still missing on Sophia, but I'd be quick to fuck on Kaci
Knowing you cant play a player, but I always seem to play me
I'm balling out something out like Tracy
Police be calling out, but they cant trace me
Just bought gold and that shit won't change me
Had some good friends, hope they don't hate me
Giving hoes my hockey stick while I can see all my goals
By the way snap the ice, you can see your phone froze
Tried to make some girls my best friend but nah they just hoes
Drink all night till 4am then drunk calling my phone
But knowing me better they'll still come to home
Knowing me better they'll still come to home
Might hit my ex say I hate it alone
Sharper than arrow but can't shoot with no bow
LA weather nice but it get so cold
Hard in a temple when you in on your own
But I'ma keep going for my family back home
I'ma keep going for my people back home
I'ma keep going for the niggas back home
I'ma keep doing this shit for the gang yea