Lyrics

What's the charge of the sinning on your soul? Charge to game no money back Straight from the mud can't punish that No refunds, no running back Fuck it I just ran to another bag Fuck it I just ran to another bag And if I could press rewind tho I ain't lying like I'd do it all again, Who I used to call my friends Really ain't the same as those Really ended on that road Really went from boyz 2 men Really grew apart and I can't stand you so you can't be near me Really fucked myself for all that time I just weren't seein clearly How can I love you I thought I loved myself I just weren't able Broken n*ggas from broken homes shit wasn't stable Still we made it out now when we step its a parade when we started they all thought it was a phase I can't be sure of all the days that I got left so Remind myself when it was more water and it was less smoke And still I'm blessed but how I'm living is far from my best I harboured the stress And bargained with death Don't argue with liars the art of defiance I'm Laughin at them This don't define me In the belly of the beast shit is bound to make you slimey Well I mean at least a bit Like Picasso in the blue no matter what the season is Used to fiend for validation could see me needin a hit Now I know I'm lit internally This really isn't concernin me And if I could press rewind tho I ain't lying like I'd do it all again Who I used to call my friends Really ain't the same as those Really ain't the same as I can't relate i see you're dyin to be famous But I can't judge you it ain't my feet in your trainers No competition you ain't like me and it's blatant Coz I just look into your psyche and its dangerous See I got blessed with a seed growin life just gets better 6 months deep it cuts deep I'm chillin lookin at me Two choices suffer or succeed It's the latter Only now I know nothing else matters Ain't funny how I feel like I'm killin myself for a little freedom All the liquor all the shit in my lungs think what is breedin Wish I thought less Ignorance is bliss Til you die then this life ain't Nothing but a bitch Justifyin all my shit What's the charge of the sinning on your soul? Charge to game no money back Straight from the mud can't punish that No refunds, no running back Fuck it I just ran to another bag Fuck it I just ran to another bag
Writer(s): Benjamin Williams, Jerome Anthony Joshua Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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