Take my hand, maybe that’ll calm the nerves, please. I’d like to think that everybody’s just more thoughtful than me Cause I ain’t empathetic, I see pain and I just let it be It seems like I don’t want a thing till they tryn take it way from me Cut your heart and I let it bleed But what was left was a masterpiece At first broken and soft spoken But then stronger and your heart opened I don’t know the answer but that’s what I’m hoping I’m not grown at all I’m still a little kid If not physically then mentally I’m so blessed I’m a human being But when I pray I don’t say a thing When it pours it rains When it rains you change When you change they hate They gon say you fake They gon pull strings and try to change your fate But your the one who has to see your face When it’s in the mirror and it’s getting late It’s been a year you in the same place It’s the same flowers in the same vace They never died but they never grew You had dreams but didn’t see em through Your self esteem is what it costs you And honestly it’s just haunts you Yo demons laughing they taunt you And when the devil comes they flaunt you Cause your a price of art in they eyes He knows every little thing about you They want your soul when you die Hang it on the wall with the dyes It’s blended in it’s the perfect disguise I’m not the devils prize Imma split the skies Leave ‘em hypnotized Imma break the cycle of the highs Imma mend my wings so I can learn to fly Imma leave to love before the day I die
It's lonely at the top All of my enemies have been defeated (RIP) The crown has been sitting on my head for too long It's starting to give me these lesions (yeah, yeah) Don't follow the crowd, the crowd is misleading (no) Stay solo, surrounded by all of my demons (ay) Licking my wounds as they deepen (ay) Constantly feeding them all of my secrets 007, I got the golden gun, I got the golden gun I'm busting, open up the door (secrets) I'm at my breaking point, I cannot take this shit no more I'm ready to fucking explode Open up, knock knock Here comes the Glock cocked 9 milli, pop pop pop, oh no Making a mess, my aim ain't the best I guess I should clean this all up and go home Percocet, Roxycodone, with some Xanax that I had crushed up in some dust (huh) Elevated to another dimension so I got a limp in my strut (fuck) I do not care to be here or be there In the meantime it seems that I'm stuck (huh) Swerving and crashing, that dying little bastard Yung Christ, you address me as such (what) Crazy little demon, they wave when they see me Face tatted from ear to ear (yeah) Northside boy with a Glock-sized toy If I cock it, there's finna be tears here Manic depressive, when life is in session I hide in a room that's as dark as me Dollar sign-B and it's still F-T-P Fucking G-R-E-Y till I R-I-P
пока мы броуки, недопонятые гений, не хочу жить как канье, я не люблю цветные краски, люблю темно белый сказки, я поеду с парнями на дачу, рано но не поздно я буду летать, ракета, на сцене я упаду комета
It's lonely at the top All of my enemies have been defeated (RIP) The crown has been sitting on my head for too long It's starting to give me these lesions (yeah, yeah) Don't follow the crowd, the crowd is misleading (no) Stay solo, surrounded by all of my demons (ay) Licking my wounds as they deepen (ay) Constantly feeding them all of my secrets 007, I got the golden gun, I got the golden gun I'm busting, open up the door (secrets) I'm at my breaking point, I cannot take this shit no more I'm ready to fucking explode Open up, knock knock Here comes the Glock cocked 9 milli, pop pop pop, oh no Making a mess, my aim ain't the best I guess I should clean this all up and go home Percocet, Roxycodone, with some Xanax that I had crushed up in some dust (huh) Elevated to another dimension so I got a limp in my strut (fuck) I do not care to be here or be there In the meantime it seems that I'm stuck (huh) Swerving and crashing, that dying little bastard Yung Christ, you address me as such (what) Crazy little demon, they wave when they see me Face tatted from ear to ear (yeah) Northside boy with a Glock-sized toy If I cock it, there's finna be tears here Manic depressive, when life is in session I hide in a room that's as dark as me Dollar sign-B and it's still F-T-P Fucking G-R-E-Y till I R-I-P
