Lyrics

[Intro] Summer time, Sunday nights I was feeling low with my hopes high I was in the city with my nose down Writing all them songs by my lonesome Struggling, pacing in The dark in the back of them apartments Whole damn time Whole damn time [Verse 1] 2018's a distant memory Romanticize struggle of the century My Grandma died, the reaper took the centerpiece of my family I was already depressed, thank you, irony I was already afraid, thanks, anxiety I already felt alone, thank you, society Remember being in the room when Grandma cried to me, she said "Doobie, they tryna kill me, please help me out of this bed" Her face seemed to be wincing from the pain between her legs Higher than crack fiends on Peachtree And white teens at a spring bling She was on more Morphine than necessary Just a third of the size that she was last February Yellowing in the eyes, I could tell she was very weary My big mama gone now Nobody there but Qui at her home now My lil' sis in that big house all alone now I am so sorry, Qui You deserve better than what you got to see You deserve niggas that treat you properly You deserve better than watching everyone you love, one by one, move out the house and leave [Pre-Chorus] And I'm not tryna spill nobody business I did not write this shit for no hitlist I just wanna set the tone [Chorus] All the songs that I've written Never bring me out the void Never takes me from this place Never blocks me from the noise All the songs that I've written Never brings me out the void Never takes me from this place Never blocks me from the noise [Verse 2] YTO, that's my bro, it's love 4L 'til I die He had a much harder life than I So now he keep a chip on his shoulder But that chip done got so fucking big it's a boulder And I'm not saying trauma just up and go when you're older But big bro, you got some shit you need to let go of, it's holding you back The elephant in the room used to be more silent than that Now it's louder than the crowd when Babe Ruth up for bat He got some demons on him They been breathin' on him, schemin' on him (Schemin') All in his head, I know he don't want 'em, uh Marco my only brother on both sides If he told you two truths, know they both lies If he told you two jokes, know they both funny Look, honestly, I think it's his defense mechanism A hard childhood will bring the jokes out a nigga I understand that most niggas won't understand him He is not a bad person, just a good one that is somehow always in the wrong circumstances Always takin' a chance on takin' the wrong chances [Pre-Chorus] And I'm not tryna spill nobody business I did not write this for no hitlist I just wanna set the tone [Chorus] All the songs that I've written Never bring me out the void Never takes me from this place Never blocks me from the noise All the songs that I've written Never brings me out the void Never takes me from this place Never blocks me from the noise