I'ma be real, I ain't as tough I say I am, I'm so scared of going to hell
Killer look in the mirror and ask yourself, "Is you really tryna go to jail?"
Hell no, yeah, I thought so
So stop living like you ain't thinking 'bout tomorrow
Protect your health and you'd be selfish, you let the drugs get the best of you and prevent you from getting to witness all your childs grow
That ain't fair, but I'm ballin' by myself, you somewhere out there heart broke
Early September, last time we were together at the same hotel, damn, it's been a minute you checked in with me
I was just so close to going broke, I feel that I was gon' be right back drug dealin'
Give me what you owe to me, I paid for your loyalty, no way you could give up on me
My house not home, won't be here too long, heard the good die young
I pray I could see fourty-three, but ten more years is more than enough, get everything that I want
I'm a iced out reaper, the devil been busy, but I ain't got time for him neither
Stayed in the rain, ain't complain while they called FEMA
The pain in me deeper, shit like hurricane Katrina
Imagine me old, back hurtin' in pain
I'd rather a nigga bust my goddamn brain
I stand with great affection waiting for you, babe
I move with good intentions through everything
And it seem everyone abandoned me
All I know, I lean on promethazine
All I know, you told me you'll be there for me
So I come on this music, brought me refuge
Ran outta dope, it's time to leave
Travel to Mecca on my barefoot just to find peace
You sick and tired of sorries, crying on your diaries, I love you like mollies
It's like it seem cool for people to play with my heart here
Why is it enough to be a fool just to see who's smarter?
I heard your cop put a voice recorder in your car there
I was playin' dumb, but really you the retarded
I don't care fakin' if I don't get you farther out here
I'ma live by and die by my honor
I should ballin' and flickin' on the time that you called, you was in jail
While I'm sittin' in prison, if you get shot, I should care
Say I'm a deadbeat and I'm not a good father
Yet you ain't check up on me when my car burned
How you gon' act like all your trauma 'cause of me?
Pussy-ass ho, you ain't the only one that's suffering
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