Текст песни




Calling me the tree that gave
Everybody say I'm giving
I don't need nothing, but thanks
We're trapped in a space time continuum
Hide shit like the C.I.A
This strength in the strain, not minimum
Stone cold, couldn't feel my face
These drugs I take last millennia
I'm able
I'm not fit
I'm stable, then toxic
From cradle, to rock pit
I'm grateful
I'm not shit
Nothing but stardust dust
Looking outside, saw nothing but Starbucks
Can't see where we start from?
Satellite image be looking like art from the James Webb
Sick of playing my part just to pay rent
This is made up shit, it don't make sense
I just roll my spliff, do the same shit
Hard to do my part, when it's makeshift
It's fatal
To not live
I'm anally cautious
My plates full, it's not it
Ungrateful, I'm thoughtless
Calling me the tree that gave
Everybody say I'm giving
I don't need nothing, but thanks
We're trapped in a space time continuum
Hide shit like the C.I.A
This strength in the strain, non minimum
Stone cold, couldn't feel my face
These drugs I take last millennia
Calling me the tree that gave
Everybody say I'm giving
Everyday is the same
Bitch it feels like a prison
I'm not okay
I wouldn't say any different
I'ma take it to the grave
Oh my god quit bitching!
I hide it all
Roll my weed, Hybridol
Wide awake
Not high at all
Four days straight I tried to cop
Now I'm fucked up, feeling withdrawn
Grew distant
Letting time stand still, what's the difference?
If I move I'll break
Something bout a win-lose, lost my strength
(Aye)
Couldn't keep up with them awkward lies
Got two left feet
I was ostrich size
With my neck stretch out, I was not type
To let blood bleed blood, this gospel wine
Thou blood be blood, this is hostile life
Love my home, but it's not the life
When I reach my lows it was quantified
By the heights I'd go chasing awful highs
An angel, in spotlight
With wings sore- you caught flight
A Claymore, in sunshine
This ain't war- your fought neigh
Calling me the tree that gave
Everybody say I'm giving
I don't need nothing, but thanks
We're trapped in a space time continuum
Hide shit like the C.I.A
This strength in the strain, non minimum
Stone cold, couldn't feel my face
These drugs I take last millennia
Calling me the tree that gave
Everybody say I'm giving
Everyday is the same
Bitch it feels like a prison
I'm not okay
I wouldn't say any different
I'ma take it to the grave
Oh my god quit bitching!



Авторы: Arjun, Jackson



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