Lyrics

Show no remorse within the source Damn baby mama ride it like a horse (Like a what?) The world is yours, when it rains it pours But still don't be sad, it's just a sore It's just a bruise, the beat is so smooth It's never my choice, I can't even choose (I can't even choose bro c'mon) The sadness, the anger, blue bills and frustration Yes i'm a doctor without any patients (Oh I see what you did there) The friends im my head, when will it end Corrupt like a sin, my brain is my den (Your brain is your den? ok) I wanna be king, and rule everything But I take it back since I mean nothing Heart full of cold, the snow is so warm I wonder how many made it out the storm (The hell is this nigga talkin' bout) I won't succumb, I can resist I finally found proof happiness exists Disappear like poof Dre got the boof I can wait till I make it in a booth (Ew) I'm in the bed, it's all in my head I'm convinced I can't die i'm already dead (Bro this nigga is just clean bro) She does what I ask like it's Simon Says I'm trapped in my brain, it's like a maze I like to lose, my dad disapporves Of every fucking that I wanna do (Hm) My eyes are awake, my body will soon Everyday for some time I can't even move I'm tryna be that cow over the moon and stop every wail without the harpoons (You get it 'cuz like whales and shit?) You can't be yourself 'cuz that's self-destructive Feeling emptiness within a bucket The lord is so gay, I am his muppet Next dude that try it, i'm saying fuck it I'm spraying i'm bussin' the .44 kicking niggas right through the front door, hm (This nigga does not have a gun don't listen to him) Babygirl crazy she loco And on god these niggas don't want smoke (I got hands though so watch out for that) I'm not insane I am a maniac She give the good brain call her "braniac" (Yea bro) Rock over rap get off my nutsack I like weird shit yea i'm innadat (Yah) To y'all hood niggas you ain't really that Couldn't care less 'cuz i'm combattin' life Red lines, no time, black eyes, stripping niggas of they pride She want me but ian fucking wit' her See niggas be janky except my hittas I picked up the sauce 'cuz y'all fumbled it And old niggas mad 'cuz I mumble it (Damn I wonder if J. Cole gom' diss me) Yeah, huh Only purpose counting blue bills It hurts to watch her leave It really kills Too much love, yeah too much feels She won't leave 'cuz a nigga give her chil- Only purpose counting blue bills It hurts to watch her leave It really kills Too much love, yeah too much feels She won't leave 'cuz a nigga give her chills Yuh, hm What "What the fuck do you- what'd you mean? How? How have you? Aww man wha- you're just ruining it Look at my lips bro you're ruining it Ruining Ru"
Writer(s): Howard Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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