now it feels quite ok, or I guess, lookin in the mirror and my eyes turn red, his blade is dry of the blood he shed, I hope I make it or then I'll be death, Yeah and if I stop this grind I don't mean shit, and if I stop my grind, I might js die, I say that I love you, now you all in my mind, I hope I'll make it trought, so I can cover you up, cover you with LuisV, prada and love, fill yo bag with bands, fly on private plane, just dreaming, how I buy my dad house, get my bro off my mama, get my mama some help, and get that blade off his hand, I'm so high I hope won't crash land, like convolk said, this city feels like wasteland
Nobody hears the tears from across globe To far away cause we all gotta solve our own problem Even when my Even teeth chatter Or I forget the laughter You’d break through jagged glass Spilling blood for me no matter Price is just my The way the wind runs Pushing my side to side I know you the holy spirts on way
It is actually trash bro trust me nobody is going to listen your music ,but I can see you have talent if you are more than 18 go work to invest in studio sessions to record your musics professionally ,if you do this I am sure you can make it