Wants vs. Needs

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[Intro] 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 Yuh, Aite, Uh [Chorus] See you be thinking my needs be nothing Mind reading telekinesis stuntin' Hold up, I keep cutting [?] these [pieces?] onions I think I need me a priest or something [Verse] Uh, 7 dragon balls couldn't count my wishes 'Cause I want Jah and Paps here, well, alive, and given It's a past vision I'm grieving up in my past living but if I pass then I'm acting like I ain't dying really Ok, um, mold in my skeleton A decent human being I ain't mad the cards that they dealt me with But I be fucking wrong if I'm hurting, I'm past breathing I'm past dishing out problems, I'm on my last grievance This rap [?] shit ain't working But I ain't ask for [treesh then?] Then fuck all the talking I don't wanna [?] cause them be them days that I dont wanna wait And I'm walking with god and I pray that he wake up I dont know why I'm here peat my life as it play out [?] peace with my maker But I'm the type that I hate conversations I hate that I'm waiting I hate when I look in the mirror and see that a part of me died See that the joy of my life just got crushed by the blink of my eyes Momma be built like the pill that I pop Look in the mirror like this shit gotta stop But this shit was too hard like a father to drop Feel like my soul [?] out the pot I'm the ghost in the sky with a vision to fall Hate that you love me but love that you hate me Perpetually sitting n waiting Baby you know that I need me some saving But fuck it just save it [Bridge] But I think that, me and the reaper agree He'd be my keeper fellow Oxycodone my sleeper I might cry cause I need ya [Chorus] See you be thinking my needs be nothing Mind reading telekinesis stuntin' Hold up, I keep cutting [?] these [pieces?] onions I think I need me a priest or something See you be thinking my needs be nothing Mind reading telekinesis stuntin' Hold up, I keep cutting [?] these [pieces?] onions I think I need me a priest or something
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