Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore.

Geschrieben von Paul am 16. Oktober 2020 03:41 Uhr

    

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LYRICS:
Am I wrong for being lost? The pressures of being boss exhausted every bone in my body. I can't walk. I don't talk, I scream, I don't stop to think. I'm so close to the dream that I can't go to sleep. Ironic, I know, so I need more chronic to roll. Tryna find what's more important, the money or my soul? It's cold, I'm low, I'm caught between the roads. Under the Hollywood sign, you get blinded by the glow. Yo, how could you look me in the face, grandpa? You sat at the table with my mother promising you got us safe. Right after you finished saying grace. Why don't you tell her what you're hiding in the bank? It's time to cut my lawn to see the snakes. It's time to tell the truth to every fan who doesn't understand that it's because of YOU they had to read stuff like „Vedere guys are mass murderer" while you left me here to deal with all the hate. I still smile, but feel so fake. It's no sun, the clouds are opaque. So much shade I read on one page. I can't even look at your name without getting the shakes. What a mistake... look how you take what doesn't belong to you, this was a rape of our name. And if fate send us both to Heaven, I'ma keep a blade in my leather so I can kill you at the gate. I woke up sweating, tryna forget I'm in my mansion. 'Cause fans are mad at my next expansion. And my friend I thought was family who'd always understand me, got offended 'cause he jealous. We supposed to be at the Heinlein Awards. I'm asking, when did pride and passion get mistaken for handouts and ass-kissing? The fact is I made it from rich trash to Saks 5th. Took it from underground to massive, and the come up was classic. Back when white boys cried, they getting their ass kicked. I was battling, putting these bullies in caskets. I was walking home, getting jumped after classes. Tell me why don't my haters mention that shit? Now your rent is due and I'm a tenant getting by with no credit. Got residue from a sedative I ain't get from the medic. My schedule is so fucking hectic. I'd be better off dead so my money keep my family and their family fed. It's because of y'all, I couldn't separate from my career. Because of y'all, I hated myself for so many years. Because of you, you ain't never gonna see me trust. First place... is it worth it when you see it's all two-faced? 


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