Sentimentally Madd

Lyrics

[Intro: Need Not Worry] What up Chef Alright real quick, it goes, it goes [Verse 1: Need Not Worry] I got a broken back, a broken foot Broken arm, broken thumbs But I need to carry on Ripped flesh, broken bones In debt, but not a broken home Broken boombox, but not a broken flow Out of the Boondocks, I elevate to elevate minds While the streets steady devastate Crimes at this all-time high Fuck yo pie chart number Rest where the city slumber Hold breath and let the committee wonder If you can make it home for supper Hiding in the open dumpster... Hey cracklady, who you talkin to? there's no one there Oh i get you're talkin' to the air Hey cracklady will you breed a crackbaby Have you been inside the shelter lately? Oh I see now, they're closing the doors now Because you can't afford, because they can't fit anymore [Hook x2: Need Not Worry] She's sentimentally mad We find it difficult to laugh Trying to find the good things that we had Situations get bad We find em difficult to past up Feeling detrimentally sad [Verse 2: Need Not Worry] Stressed out, pressed up against the wall Breathing harder, scheming hard for solutions Brain on pause, no movement Head the jokes, I've designed for a preda folks That play tapes until the speakers broke Promote youth out of the joke of the Nonsense applying the yolk squeezing the hope But who want me to lecture, this is considered conjecture Ain't no mentoring them when they don't listen anymore Strip they're freedom of though, ripped from the clutches Motivated by liquor and dutchess Cars, women, blings, guns, material things Yo, we could speak for days upon the subject No school, no respect, drive around on patrol for sex No rules apply if you pose a threat Hard of hearing and walk around fearing man With a weapon in hand They sentimentally mad [Hook x2: Need Not Worry] She's sentimentally mad We find it difficult to laugh Trying to find the good things that we had Situations get bad We find em difficult to past up Feeling detrimentally sad [Verse 3: Need Worry] Young fellas got a bad habit Addicted to the money stacking up, little suckers bad as fuck Don't let them fool, they never go to school Few favors, never choose to meet new strangers A backpack full off woo bang ups, with true anger And attitude rude player Straight slay you for your sneakers Sell em for a cell phone feature, sipping on a liter Colt 45, St. Ides, anything to make the tide move better Learning from the elders Through action and not speaking Son peaking in sponge soaking up what's been seeping Heathens breed heathens, they got a chip upon they shoulder I got boulders brake down the shit they sold ya, the stress got me feeling tight around the chest, didn't know if there was any other left Yo I'm sentimentally mad [Hook x2: Need Not Worry] She's sentimentally mad We find it difficult to laugh Trying to find the good things that we had Situations get bad We find em difficult to past up Feeling detrimentally sad [Outro: Need Not Worry] Yeah, 2010 to 2011 and infinity, SoulChef, Need Not, word em up, and we out, fade it out, fade it out Chef