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NAVA - Picasso

imma tell y’all a little of what I struggle with /
and I’m sorry if this blunt got me fumbling / 
I could write but my shits a little troubling cold like ice because a man has to juggle shit 

and if you hear the pain in my voice, leave it be 
cos I’ve been dealin by myself so what’s it to me? 
I dug out my own grave and I’m sleepin now got me in my my feelings hollow chest so I’m dreamin now

i keep a picture of my daughter in my wallet
I keep a picture of my mamma in my wallet
I keep a picture of my daughter in my wallet just so I can see their face when I cock back and I stop it 

I see there face and I really wanna stop it now
cold as winter but I still really wonder how 
I keep a razor blade stuck in my pocket now 
got a heart shaped box really wanna lock it now 

and let my daughter know, I’ll always love her mamma 
I’ll always have her back im forgetting all the drama 
even though I wanna, well I shouldn’t say 
period comma, there’s always better days 

tell her, I moved on a while back but
it’s always harder when you runnin off ya back foot
and listen I wish I could take it back cos 
I’ll never have what I had to be that good 

but I see my daughter callin out to daddy like 
is it too late to have a fuckin happy life
but I sit and ponder hittin like a valley knife
cold as Ice as I’m walking down the alley right 

attention please, this girl went and broke my heart
objection freeze, I didn't have one from the start 
i been shallow, caught up w sluts attention
was trynna get my fix when your heart it was perfection 

- it's harder when there's nothin left
I wanna see my lil baby that I never met 
I wanna feel every second of its lil breath
I was lost in a game of very sudden death

I wrote this song twenty times but it's clearer now
with your name on my mind I can feel it now 
I stay drowning in the ocean gettin deeper now
I'm conversing with the devil and the reaper now

NAVA - They Found a Note

“blank” yondo

- yeah depression hit my heart again 
got me wrapped up like a straight jacket cardigan 
- and I’m waitin for that call again lacing up 
my sneakers walkin 20 valley Washington 

- yeah I’m rappin for the art again but I know you feel it from Seattle down to Arlington 
- like my taxes getting audited my daughter missing daddy like I hate this fuckin part again 

and daddys tryin but the odds are stacked 
broke the mirror cos there ain’t no fuckin lookin back
I’m not a party man poppin pills or snortin crack I’m not
Robbin deals molly xans or even smokin fat

I’m a family man put my word up on my daughter 
I write my own book your the page and I’m the author I’m writin straight off of victim blamin anger 
cold alone bored like a rhythm framin hanger right

so I fold the piece of paper like my brain told me you have to load the chamber right
- but I’m over suicidal
if I die I want a surprising closing my title 

Im a bad guy, I’ll have her paint the picture 
I’m Malcom Miller mixed w a dash of Bryson tiller 
like a satin fate riddin in a broken mirror
if you cryin now let me make ocean bigger 

I can sit bitch and moan but it wouldn’t help 
so I’m feelin now what before I shoulda felt
I even went to god cryin as I fuckin knelt
like I was fuckin lost feelin sorry for myself 

 but there’s snowflakes falling on ya credit cards
you pour and drink like you were the fuckin ken Lamar
let’s pull the stops brung dogs up out the rezivour 
I went to far make a left at the boulevard 

- it’s cheesy but I’m never fine
I got some demons in my mind and I cannot survive 
I drive Devine as people walk-in by beside of me  like I’m a piece of shit so my past stays dividing me 

- I’m on my nipsey hustle
its not a sprint it’s a marathon keep it humble 
a lot of trouble like I’m the mouse and your the cat 
or I’m the rat, your the cat let’s take it back 

lets keep it back let’s bury what we used to have 
refuse to grab like some fuckin coral shoes to laugh 
I know you past that, audible you passed that 
hung me out to dry like I was a fuckin bath mat 

I hurt a lot of people cold cos I didn’t care
my heart was in the right my brain just wasn’t fuckin there 
but what’s done is done, there ain’t no lookin back 
you put some blood on my name, but I won’t mention that 

bring the tension back I drive off butterflies 
let’s read the book see where the rules of a mother lies 
I may have cheated but I heard bout them other guys 
but imma grind while you go n break another line 

- my father called said I’m proud of you 
workin out ya problems even when bitches are doubtin you 
- he said I’m movin like the bigger man keep the hustle goin gotta see the bigger picture, man 

lasts verse make it hurt and it hit the fan 
drivin hurse make it worse not a killer man 
-and so I’m chillin at the bottom 
black hoodie on got my chucks imma rock em 

I was chillin at the bottom dark national 
like I arrived at depression capital 
trynna find a reason more or less valuable 
I tell my self to boss it up, Jorge masvidal

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