It’s got me thinking 
Bout them 
Old days 
In the rusty Chevrolet 
Switching lanes 
Only worry on my brain 
”Is the blunt lit ?”
Finna find a way 
To get paid 
I was cruising 
With my brothers 
We was screaming 
“Fuck u bitch!” 

But now my friends 
All wanna die 
Kiss ur slit wrists 
Try not to cry 
When I’m all 
Alone at night 
As the angels 
Sing ur lullaby 

Don’t wait for 
Ur world to 
Fall apart
Before u 
Pick urself 
Off the ground 
What’s help mean 
When nobody else around ? 

It’s got me thinking 
bout them 
Old days 
In the rusty Chevrolet 
Only worry on my brain 
“Is the blunt lit?” 
Finna find a way 
To get paid 
I was cruising 
With my brothers 
We was screaming 
“Fuck u bitch”

It’s a different day 
Shit is bound to change 
I just wish it won’t 
So apt to slip 
And fade away 

Promise u won’t
Fade away 
While u praying 
On a brighter day

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ANIMUS - l a v e n d e r (prod. remghost)

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