This Song is a full on conversation people need to have with their friends no matter how strong or good they look I always ask my friends if they are genuinely ok
Are you ok? Been starin' at you face, from across the room now You seem out of place It's a new day, the people know your name They smile when they see you So why the long face? Oh, oh Back on my shit, my bullshit that is It feels so good to hold you, in my arms We both know it's wrong I sing these songs, it's therapy you need Need to, see right through you Like you see through me Me and my niggas gettin' paper Highly blessed and highly favored We ain't askin' for no favors In Cali smokin' hella flavors Me and my niggas gettin' paper Highly blessed and highly favored We ain't askin' for no favors We in Cali smokin' hella flavors Sweet Emily, my bride-to-be Struggle with me, financially Aye, ya, ya, Aye, ya, ya Aye, ya, ya, Aye, ya, ya Chef boy, y'all see Still cookin' up trouble like woe is me I know I piss my girl off but oh Heaven, why'd she leave me? Why'd she leave me? The chef boy, y'all see Still cookin' up trouble like woe is me This shit ain't easy I know I piss my girl off but oh Heaven, why'd she leave me? I watch the snow melt, slowly day by day Green nights past it all melted it away I know it will return and while things they have changed It's best it stays the same, old things always Emily please don't be my enemy You were such a friend of me I'm sorry for my energy I'm sorry for my-, rest assured The day I won't be, insecure You deserve the world to know Next time I knock at your door Next time I knock- (Ay, ya, ya, ya)
@@bard3388 no dis; I get what your trying to do. I'm sure some songs sound amazing slowed. This is already a slow song to begin with. Dig the animation tho....
