Brothers POV

Lyrics
[Chorus] Look, I just wanna sleep and never wake up I don't feel good, I ain't got my cake up I'm all alone, ain't got no family, just fake love I just wanna ease the pain, so I take drugs I don't talk to my brothers and that hurts 'nough Lookin' in the mirror, ugly, I don't feel buff My sis told me close my eyes and imagine love I started to cry cah I don't even know how to feel that shit, I don't like me I don't want kids, I don't want 'em to be like me Such a fuckin' fuck up, does my mother even like me? In and out of jail cah I'm too fuckin' shiesty I'm a piece of shit, all they wanna do is wipe me Concrete, livin' in this hell, I'm like, "Why me?" Measurin' progression through the pressure with no time piece I ain't learnin' lessons, I'm just stressin' with no wifey Temper tiny, I beg a boy try me [Verse] If you really ready for the comeback Everybody leaves, but they never come back Wake up in the mornin', sippin' cognac I wish I was a kid again Wish I was playin' in the park on the swing again With Pablo, eatin' treats, summer breeze Pickin' up my shoes, climbin' in the trees Way before I smoked trees Didn't care about the P's, just the G's Oh God, I just wanna feel free, whatever happened to me? It's like I'm fuckin' cursed and I don't know why When I speak, I don't smile and, no, I ain't shy It's 'cause my teeth's fucked up and I don't feel nice I ain't got no confidence, so I get high I fuckin' hate this shitty piss pie they call life I'm misunderstood and judged by the masses I don't wanna be seen, I wanna vanish [Chorus] Look, I just wanna sleep and never wake up I don't feel good, I ain't got my cake up I'm all alone, ain't got no family, just fake love I just wanna ease the pain, so I take drugs I don't talk to my brothers and that hurts 'nough Lookin' in the mirror, ugly, I don't feel buff My sis told me close my eyes and imagine love I started to cry cah I don't even know how to feel that shit, I don't like me I don't want kids, I don't want 'em to be like me Such a fuckin' fuck up, does my mother even like me? In and out of jail cah I'm too fuckin' shiesty I'm a piece of shit, all they wanna do is wipe me Concrete, livin' in this hell, I'm like, "Why me?" Measurin' progression through the pressure with no time piece I ain't learnin' lessons, I'm just stressin' with no wifey Temper tiny, I beg a boy try me [Outro] Wish I was a kid again Just on the swing again Summer breeze Pickin' up my shoes, climbin' in the trees
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Credits
- Writers
- Stefflon Don
- Scratch (UK)
- AJ Productions