@@meztunez6960 my bad bro there’s just too many people doing Ai shit right now and not even putting it in the title but if this is true then I apologize
i’m drunk, but i got most of the first verse the last resort from matador to bullshit and confusion. you got too much in contusions, since your daddy died you analyze the worth of it all. like, i am the first to dissolve. he back to doing coke to reminisce and make him miss. oouuu, like who gon hold you down without the benefits? ooouuu, like please don’t come around w all that begging shit. but you just looking for help, and won’t nobody give a fuck til you’d dead. i got some real ones, getting peeled up, loosing children. praying that rehab will heal ya. how dare you dismiss it, it was your sister? you letting that shine get to your mental. who are you here for? too busy getting (?) in the morning.
bro, that part where he said “oouu, ‘like please don’t come around with all that begging shit.’ when you’re just looking for help. and won’t nobody give a fuck til you’re dead…”
[Verse 1] The last resort from Matador, the bullshit ain't confusion You got tumors and contusions Since yo' daddy died you analyze the worth of it all, like I'm the first to dissolve He back to doin' coke to reminisce and make him miss Ooh, like who gon' hold you down without the benefits Ooh, like please don't come around with all that beggar shit But you just lookin' for help, and won't nobody give a fuck 'til you dead I got some real ones gettin' pilled up, losin' children Prayin' that rehab will heal ya How dare you dismiss her that was your sister You letting that shine get to your mental, who are you here for? Too busy getting throat in the morning Too busy getting throwed never answer Checks causing you cancer, and Des calling your family Who are you here for? [Verse 2] Last year tried to kill myself, yeah, yeah Last year tried to kill myself Two bottles of whiskey, eight xans in my system I got rhythm, ain't got no balance Wonder if these drugs gon' take my talent I know that God love me And where I'm from and represent I know that y'all love me They stop me at the Waffle House and shit the cops love me So am I selfish with all these niggas by my side that feel helpless I ain't the only motherfucker with pressure, quit stressin' I can tell you some shit that I can't tell me What am I here for? Young mac in a million, still catching them feelings What am I here for? [Chorus] Too busy getting throat in the morning Too busy getting throwed never answer Checks causing you cancer, and Des calling your family What are you here for?
@user-so5he1zs3rA form of poetry where theres three lines first line has 5 syllables second has 7 third has 5 Navy references 5 7 5 after the haiku bar
