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作詞 : Caleb Parker/Avery Jones/Alex Ávalos/Michael Calvan
作曲 : Caleb Parker/Avery Jones/Alex Ávalos/Michael Calvan
I can feel the sin in my lungs
The magic in my skin
The weight on my heart
The flame on my pen
The chip on my shoulder
That stacking on 10
The blunt in my hand
Helping me run from my friends
Oh, you got a problem
That shit happens often
Shouldering that tryna chase my dreams is so exhausting
Then I got haters actin' like there ain't shit in they closet
Well since we here talking, I'ma empty mine out
Let's visit my house
No words really spoke
Just me and my aunt working to dig ourselves out of holes
I wake up everyday
I roll what I got left
And if I'm all out
I know there's some on her shelf
I know that's ****ing low
But low is where I'm dwelling
I gotta make it now
Cuz if I don't there's no telling
I was 24, still sleeping on floors
Sneaking girls in, still peaking through doors
They say I'm slated to make it
But that's not on this bank statement
But I never even hear them
Real men stay patient
I been here for 5 years, grinding harder than you think man
So if pulling me down is even close to what you thinking
Just know I'm not afraid to die for the shit that I believe in
I'm gon' stay forever, you're the one that's gon' be leaving
I'm gon' be heating up, and you the one that's gon' be steaming
I realize when I wake, my peace of mind might be in danger
I feel deep in my heart, my biggest haters aren't strangers
I feel their energy, they're judging me for claiming Berkeley
But it meant to me what Oakland meant to $hort when he was fourteen
I don't see why I'm defending shit that made me what you look at
Shoutout my to the all the ones that showed me love at all the cookouts
(TBKTR forever, man, y'all know who you are)
And shout out to the ones that accept me for me
And shout out to the homie for selling me good weed
You might catch a contact, if you **** around with me
And shout out to the ones that accept me for me
And shout out to the homie for selling me good weed
You might catch a contact, if you **** around with me
God speed to the women that I ****ed with
Grand rising to the only one that I lay up wit'
She in love wit' me, and she don't care about no money
My family say she gold digging, I just think it's funny
Cuz' she the only one that ever understood
I am a museum, she just come and look
I am like a library, she just came to read
She don't judge the books
I be overseas we be hella shook
I be out for weeks at a time now
Weeks turn months from apartment to a duplex
New day new stress
Thinking about the past
When everything was bad
Got a baby on the way
A pregnant woman on my ass
Bout the feelings I don't have
And the bag I don't got yet
Felt like I was ****ing up a few lives
Trapped in my mama crib
Baby, baby mama, I was out of it
Working out the basement
Glad I made it outta there
I could move a mountain if I want to
I could make somebody dreams come true
I approach a struggle like it's nothing new
I lit up the tunnel, I take Kota in the rain we be dancing in the puddles
And he love me like a fool
He taught me what is love
Feel like I could never lose even when this shit is rough
Got a woman and she strong
And if we have a daughter
I ain't worrying at all
I know she gon' be a queen
Cause' she following her mom (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
So shout out to the ones that accept me for me
So shout out to the homie for selling me good weed
You might catch a contact, if you **** around with me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
So shout out to the ones that accept me for me
So shout out to the homie for selling me good weed
You might catch a contact, if you **** around with me