Текст песни Glass Half Full - MAL-THA-MND

Glass half full, Optimistic views
Trying to be better than whoever
Gotta prove pressure makes diamonds
Smooth but a little ruff around the edges I was never picture perfect
But carry my worth like a necklace from a diamond jeweler

My medulla oblongata suffered a lot of problems when I would drink away my sorrows
Spending my last dollar, to take the pain away
But these demons came to stay

Now, who do I blame for these migraines?
The fact that can't tame these thoughts in my brain
Telling me things, hooked on strings, pulling me like puppets

How the fuck did I get to this conclusion
Keep it moving, you losing times a wasting
Your mama got many payments, and lack of patients for you to be pacing
And not chasing them opportunities nigga
Stop the scrutiny nigga, all this foolery nigga
You fooling yourself if you think they gon buy this foolery nigga

That why I gotta stay true me nigga,
Cause truthfully it's a
Downhill spiral when believing in your Idols
Got you drowning in your high hopes
So any thoughts of survival you had you can wave bye-bye to

So fuck a title, grab a bible before these verses lead you to light I crucify those

With intentions to stop my shine
So let the lights blow, I'm one of a kind
It's the mind hoe, yeah it's the mind hoe

I smile in the face of fear
Missing tooth and all
Pull it from the root and now I'm feeling Ruthless y'all
Don't have enough time to recoup
Regroup ya pea shooters loose
Skin bulletproof, so fuck ya clap back in all

I got you bitches in awe, the way I SnapBack on your fitted caps
Your little saditty raps, I laugh 'em off

Your trigger fingers went soft
I guess your ego wasn't hard enough to protect your glass jaw

Now let's go
Presto change-o
Rearrange yo
Brain flow
With these flows from the brain yo
Best bring yo A-game cause ain't a game
That these niggas playin, get slain foe
Get to chain stole, leave a stain Woah
Feel the sting when this thing blow
Let the church sing while I light a candle where his grave go
Let this 40 stain the floor when poor one for the dead folks that couldn't never see today
Where the days go
All I pray for is us to be straight
Be we can't go
Nowhere without being persecuted
Feeling useless but I use it just to get it on my way up
On my way
On my way up, my way up
Just to get it on my way up