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Second decade alive the time slide n slipping
It's running through my muhfucking fingers
I oughta make it big prove I'm different
Before it gets too late for me to see the bigger picture
So I need to redefine how I'm living
Keep on digging deeper I'm in search of motivation
Reaching out to god give me strength to find what's missing
And strength to finally wake up and say fuck my temptations
Cause if I stay this way then I can't put 10000 hours in
Mad cause I had 17 chances to get out of this
Mad cause bars don't even come to me when I'm showering no more
Man this shit is opposite of empowering
But now again it's forbidden fruit that I'm devouring
Cannot blame the outcome cause this shit is just how it is
Play with fire and you know you're bound to get a thousand blisters
I thought shit would change with 50k listeners
But from that moment I've felt nothing but alone
Numbers really don't shit mean to me but flexing on a phone (nope)
Only thing that truly matters is the music and my growth
But I can do some damage If I use it for the wrong reasons
Winter here is a long long season
That explain why my hearts freezing
Carrhart fleece so thick you can't even see me
I always been odd these people tryna get even
I'm tryna get some jesus peace and jesus pieces
My shit be the cleanest clean your shit is feces
Stay up that one lane they can't afford a beat switch
Been way too exotic I'm reaching the Florida Keys
With the palm trees all by the sea they balling
With a JBL Flip 6 size 29 Spalding
Playing all me that new LB they call me
Tell me you gon put the globe on your back like golf tee's
Well it's one thing to put the world on my back
But if it's too big for me to lift I might just snap
Into 3 versions of myself like shattered glass
For the Evil the peaceful and the one that's gonna last
Yea I'm tryna figure out exactly who I am
But I'm fresh outta trust I been isolated
And I don't tell a soul a thing lately no I can't
And I'm fresh outta fucks always gave too many
I say bitch you better run
The ones that's closest to you can't trust 'em
It's like eechy peachy Perry plum
I wonder which chum gon end up in red rum
In the water sharks get to circling scenting slaughter
But if I know you then you gon' fit in I promise
The fault is on you cause you follow
I'll paint my own pictures Miss Frida Kahlo
And I been on some man shit since I was 15
See the fits I put together them fits are pristine
Did my first show when I was 16
Now they only listen to Chappell not Sistine
Bitch please 2025 I'm on your feed
All on me I got receipts I don't want or need
I believe it's hard to believe that I'm twunny
Maybe this year I find out who I am
Give up my addictions see what's deep beneath (Kill em)
Redirect the mission weed out all the weak (kill em)
Starting to find I care less and less about the money
Guess I'll never make it in before my fucking twunnies