mixed and mastered by me

"Listen, lemme jus do a ting still"

Verse:
Sittin down, thinkin bout my life or somethin
Bill a spliff or in a bottle, thats my time consumption...

Road Runner, all these Wile E's had their tries to duppy, Brudda try to bump me, turn you opposite of Midas touches

Thinkin bout my girl like,
I don't know myself, how can i know you?
How can i know you really care if you're so hesitant to show proof

I been so low thats why i'm high as fuck
I don't show emotion, i just try the drugs
I don't show emotion when i light one up

Like, certain people got me amputeed
Feelin like a ghost limb's dragging me
Feelin like a bag of fucking magic beans
I'm just tryna grow, they tryna cut me down and stamp on me

So, don't take me for a mug you couldnt drink for that
Manna try and wrap me for a silly bag, i'll take you to the woods n leave your limbs detached
My brudda, i aint crazy i'm just tapped
Maybe i'm just mad, baby i'm just sad

Had to hustle like a dog i fucking hate these cats
Fake smile, i'm a ladies man

Had to run it from the flats, whilst running on a flat
Only love was from my nan and i don't see her, am i shit? Coz when she's dead imma be mad
And Jack just died, i didn't cry, but fam that shit killed me inside

So don't piss me off my brudda, i been numb to that
I might just go dumb to that
Really in the hood my head is covered fam

You, wouldn't get that unless you know me
I feel comfy on my ones so why am i lonely x2

"Cant be bothered man, low it, I'm out man"

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