Listen to These Days (feat. Tayler Lee & Taji.) by Qualls

These Days (feat. Tayler Lee & Taji.)

Qualls

Hip-Hop/Rap

Lyrics

Tell me where do I go from here I don't know This repetitions out of control Who gives a fuck bout your payroll, all these roads are skewed and I'm confused Nights been cloudy need some rain, clear my thoughts and cleanse my brain Too gassed up yeah no propane Away from better days, but it just seems like a New day, some new shit When I just want some kool-aid and smooth grits, a blue face, a new bitch and Twitter niggas handing out they two cents On matters that's costing us lives Who gives a fuck what you spent I bury my knees in search of more hope Everything's burning gotta be close My eyes are back red, head on the ropes Say it ain't stress, but I wipe as I scroll Don't kiss and tell but in need of a breather This second guessing comes in spells, where the fuck do that leave us On lesser terms behind a line that so constantly teeters While my mental more stranded weekly than final year Revis Oh Jesus need guidance or advising cause this here restraining Is holding on to desperate efforts of scenery changing Head been fucked up, thoughts been waning, I been swinging ain't complaining They ask me how I'm doing, I reply shit barely hanging What's definition of love is it found behind the kisses and hugs The falling out for now and occasional keeping in touch The truth that's in Ashanti vocals when you all out of trust Cause I'm banking on empty bottles when the phrase comes to us I just need somebody here for the clutch Maybe I'm stuck Maybe it's rush or fact that I'm never feeling enough Or truly never get the chance to discuss Or when it's time I'm too much of a man for niggas to be giving a fuck Search for reciprocation Hoping it brings elation Like a quick fix is in a jit or some fucking relations Convinced myself I need no help cause it's better than facing Handed off curses in these verses I'm reaching at days end I'm chasing After the very thing I can't give back So how I long for charity over a Clint Ford track Use the word bitches sparingly over some eight oh eight trap When I place my energy in everything the facts Look at that
Writer(s): Jerison Qualls Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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