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Lyrics
[Verse] Ay, ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Uh [Verse] We gotta talk it out I been through it all, I had to walk the miles Knuckles hit the wall, I know I lost it now I really walked the route, all I found in my work Wrote the future in the old verse Pathways lead to past pain, fill my book up till the last page Playing bad games give you lacked faith Shit great, I was up for three but it felt more like six days Big flame on the torch I keep Karma 'cross my street, angst is underneath Write it down, I'm sharing some of me I know what I need, blossomed from a seed Sun in reach, honey in my tea Bitter flavours, sit at homе stoned, no neighbors Need you, but know I will not chase you Feel likе Reggie Miller on the Pacers, sharp shot, no lasers Cut you close like shape ups Told the barber "No razor", can't fade us Knotty roots I'm tryna braid up Glad my momma never gave up Still remember where we came from Cold water in the glass Paying rent, I need another bag Cop my brother pack 'cause he doesn't tax Ugh, Remember on the tracks tryna piece it back Together cut me deep, you couldn't see the gash Guess I needed that for the growth Cold in London, know I should've brought a coat like I didn't know it was frigid Cooked the meal, ate the plate and I did the dishes Cut my brodie, yeah you know they had to give him stitches Whole time we was really doing what they didn't Truer living, key in the ignition, drifting With this bad vision Uh, cash coming with the quickness Uh, niggas slipping Bitches
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Credits
- Writers
- Medhane