bring it home/ im alone and im grown/ and ive failed and ive lost/ take it slow/ adhd on the run i know poverty breeds envy but i always had love/ thats enough/ as soon as the money came in i was more than stuck/ fuck look at all this stuff/
This was written to 1.2x speed and it flows nasty More and More: I want more and more and then some, I wanna go on tours, relax on foreign shores, But I'm short the support of a pension, slow cash flow, got my credit maxed out, so I'm venting/ Yeah, yeah, yeah, I want more till it's pouring out my pores and I'm drenched in... The, sweat from the work for the dough, hustle for the hope that it might grow with a bank account grown and ascending/ Want, more and more flows in my arsenal... like it's C4 or a drone, if I hone my heart like an artist did, might blow a dome, or start a damn fire like an arsonist/ Half, hearted my part in this... wanna grow more heart like the Grinch Who Stole Christ-mas, though don't be a narcissist, the coals of the fire of the soul grow cold if yo go and start that ish/ Wanna be more Alpha not a Beta, trying to be the Alpha I'm debating was the start of this, take me back to the days of, chasing my Omega on Omegle, I couldn't even part her lips/ Sometimes I start to miss, a Miss from the past, live more and more and then something hits, This Too Shall Pass, but it's a stark abyss, between a 2 and 10, light in the darkness/ Ouu, man, I grab for the 10, don't with a 2, no not again, Sex drives a man, grasping it's hands, onto the wheel, on 2 and 10/ What can I do handle demand, when most of these girls too engaged to they phone... Might buy a van as a home-live my life of my own-till I find the wife that I want/ Shoutout to Nina, I feel her, inside my bones, my soul feel realer, The main type of sole that I used of know is the ones on my toes, Adidas or the FILAs/ Wanna make a lady moan, when, I play Simone, wanna raise feats higher than a high heeled heel does, I be sober but I feel buzzed, drunk kinda stuck being drugged by my fake and real loves/ Gotta slow down cause... the, thoughts I done thunk, they stunk like a skunk does, Kinda weighing heavy like my trunk stuffed, And the man in blue sussed, and he coming for a drug bust/ Just be-cool, brother, just-the-wool that was pulled, over, Put that fake love in your rear, view, only let 5-0 put that fear, in you/ Revival of my fear of youth, walk with death and with a peer or two, I know I do appear confused, but I look forward to a clearer view/ But it's hazy like a beer I consume, with a glass half full, I near a career, in brews, That's the, way I kinda want it, my past had marijuana, I'm passed that kind of habit, I don't see herb's use/ Pass more and more and then some, no offense if pass up, cause I am just messed up, When I, burn that dense bud... can't contain what's pent up, brainwaves like a penta/ Gram so I'm turning down the grams no Insta, instead, focus on the man, I wish that, in an instant, I could be in Instan, bul, but I know that- it's damned, dude, It don't work that smooth, if you want that life, take risk and move, I want that life, so I work them nights, so I can entice, a right amount of hype, and my plans to view/ Lands bey-ond my own, grab a van and go, be on the road where you beyond control, I'm a free an-i-mal, free our minds, break free from the mold, see the world as a whole/ The world's a classroom, take a seat on the floor, a little bit is what we're only ever we're ever gonna get, we just pass through like it's renting in a tenement, but I own my life, intend to make a run of it/ More than a sentiment.... to be more, well, hell, that's where I'm kinda bent, The bend in the path is where I wanna get, if I'm with my best friend then I'm knowing that we got it set/ Me and Mike make a crew that's crude, but, we set a goal and we set it straight forward, Trying to make some moves, bust, a move more fluid than a liquor state store/ Pain to, get way more, feeling came with a force like a wave or a torrent, like it's raining or it's pourin, important brainstormin'... saving up our fortunes for escaping off our porches, don't need a dang portion I want MORE/
Steven Pineda you're wrong, from a producer perspective im trying to give advice, you shouldnt have to wait to bob your head. patience has nothing to do with it
Pixel that's because you're not an old school producer. Bet you're that new trapper producer kind guy, homie. This is OG style man. This shit strong and it ain't even a "banger". The wait was worth it that's all I'm saying.
