Текст песни All I Own - Terrace Martin

Pressure bustin' every pipe I own
Contradictions flood my flow
Exhale my weed
Blow out my lows
The mirror sees what my eyes don't show, oh
It's like I'm fighting for my soul, soul
Don't know if I could find no more, I don't know
Have a drink, even though I shouldn't
The liquor fuels my evil thoughts
Glocks and clips, it's an easy fix
It feels like wrong is the only right
Evil got me questioning my patience
Hold up, I just need some space (Space, space)
Let me regain sole controls of my wrongs
'Cause it's all I own
I've made it through too many storms to fold