I think that its about time Do you think it is a bad time? I'm just Looking for the right rhymes What's mine? Deep inside The reason why, My only choice is to hide My broken mind, Signed by desire Outlined by the way i Remind myself Why I respond In kind, To mankind on its decline Who's the mastermind behind it all? Elohim has consigned us all I think? But I don't really know. Everything I learned I learned off books and phone Like all the songs that ive wrote , When I broke down, can't talk, yeah I choke Fuck it all, I lost all my folks They think they all do the most they the reason why I'm so low Keep in touch with both my two bros Turn it all off, yeah, almost Doin so much better solo In the deep sea With a rowboat But it's cool cuz I'm in Colorado, Can't smoke so Im hitting the bottle Missing my Harley full throttle whisky, a little? No a lot. Work weeks on top weeks no can't stop Still don't get days off the clock Originally from the 260 I've been waiting for my time to get up and go now I'm in the 303 Praying take me, G-O-D the temperature, got no degrees My temper still gets_the best of me Still remember her., memories She don't give a fuck, I guarantee But-I keep it in my breast pocket Right next to-the skeleton closet enoughs enough, too sick, I vomit Why's it so hard to be honest? I think? But I don't really know. Everything I learned I learned off books and phone Like all the songs that ive wrote I fell down but it's not the worst things that has happened happened to me Cuz on the ground I found Something special, a trapdoor and a key To-escape the flames that I lit that I thought would burn up all of my streets What the fuck did I do to me? Like I admitted defeat, to nothing but a receipt All the talks that we had in the backseat Was it all fake? You being sweet? From the seats layed back to the sheets? You knew just what I needed, Why's it like you all just use me. This internal strife I wish that I could fucking leave It's in the middle of the night When I can hardly fucking breathe I just want a better life But it ain't_ _ in the stars for me I'm off the hook Hang up the phone Don't answer the unknown, No mo' You on that Woulda, coulda, shoulda, shit You stay here, you stay broke Don't call back My inner-self just lost that All I get is suffering you know I Fucking Love that
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I think that its about time
Do you think it is a bad time?
I'm just
Looking for the right rhymes
What's mine?
Deep inside
The reason why,
My only choice is to hide
My broken mind,
Signed by desire
Outlined by the way i
Remind myself
Why I respond
In kind,
To mankind on its decline
Who's the mastermind behind it all?
Elohim has consigned us all
I think?
But I don't really know.
Everything I learned
I learned off books and phone
Like all the songs that ive wrote ,
When I broke down, can't talk, yeah I choke
Fuck it all, I lost all my folks
They think they all do the most
they the reason why I'm so low
Keep in touch with both my two bros
Turn it all off, yeah, almost
Doin so much better solo
In the deep sea With a rowboat
But it's cool cuz I'm in Colorado,
Can't smoke so Im hitting the bottle
Missing my Harley full throttle
whisky, a little? No a lot.
Work weeks on top weeks no can't stop
Still don't get days off the clock
Originally from the 260
I've been waiting for my time to get up and go
now I'm in the 303
Praying take me, G-O-D
the temperature, got no degrees
My temper still gets_the best of me
Still remember her., memories
She don't give a fuck, I guarantee
But-I keep it in my breast pocket
Right next to-the skeleton closet
enoughs enough, too sick, I vomit
Why's it so hard to be honest?
I think?
But I don't really know.
Everything I learned
I learned off books and phone
Like all the songs that ive wrote
I fell down but it's not the worst things
that has happened happened to me
Cuz on the ground I found
Something special, a trapdoor and a key
To-escape the flames that I lit that I thought would burn up all of my streets
What the fuck did I do to me?
Like I admitted defeat,
to nothing but a receipt
All the talks that we had in the backseat
Was it all fake? You being sweet?
From the seats layed back to the sheets?
You knew just what I needed,
Why's it like you all just use me.
This internal strife
I wish that I could fucking leave
It's in the middle of the night
When I can hardly fucking breathe
I just want a better life
But it ain't_
_ in the stars for me
I'm off the hook
Hang up the phone
Don't answer the unknown, No mo'
You on that Woulda, coulda, shoulda, shit
You stay here, you stay broke
Don't call back
My inner-self
just lost that
All I get is suffering
you know I
Fucking Love that
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