Habits
Chorus (2nd):
Take all my fears, I’ll throw them to the sea
Making my magic’s a habit for me
Dream bout the sales, that shit’s so addicting
All eyes on me, happily, I will sing
I’m never gonna run away
So please, never run away
I beg you
Verse 1 (2nd):
Made a combined sum of 25 bucks overall
Tell myself I’m on the cusp, soon the hundreds will fall
I know it’s farfetched, but it’s better than the alternative
Always feel lower cuz my music isn’t earning it
Always feeling strained cuz I’m forcing it
Even making albums this fast, I could never get bored of it
I overflow ideas, melodies, and lyrics
17, it’s clearest that the music making art is dearest
You tear that shit away from me, 6 feet on your head
Without the music, I’m dead- grey skies got me seeing red
Monochrome
Chorus (2nd):
Take all my fears, I’ll throw them to the sea
Making my magic’s a habit for me
Dream bout the sales, that shit’s so addicting
All eyes on me, happily, I will sing
I’m never gonna run away
So please, never run away
I beg you
Verse 2 (certo1k);
You a bitch boy, 36k up on yo head like bitcoin
Your shawty wanna talk to me but she gon get ignored
Everybody watching me, ain't talking schizophrenia
You gon catch this pole if you think that I'm afraid of you
Popping shells like easter
Bitch I keep a heater
Pull up with the gang like where he go
Pull up with the pole, ain't at his nose
He mad as fuck
Cause he can't buck
I chop him up
And he get slumped
Pull up with the gang what's up, whats up
Sippin on lean that mud, that mud
Red codiene my blood, my blood
I gotta pole, bitch- run, forest, run
Red droptop in the AF1
He better run fast fo I grab my gun
Fo I get my gun, gun, gun, gun, gun
We was lil kids in the streets having fun
Chorus (2nd):
Take all my fears, I’ll throw them to the sea
Making my magic’s a habit for me
Dream bout the sales, that shit’s so addicting
All eyes on me, happily, I will sing
I’m never gonna run away
So please, never run away
I beg you
Verse 3 (2nd):
Took me 3 years, I ain’t giving shit up
Mother fuckers talking down to me ain’t live in my dusk
Been 3 years of people breaking my trust
Hypersexual, I’ll never satisfy my lust
Had flattened rage, never had a sage
Only thing I got now’s what’s on my page
Fuck all this pain, fuck expecatations
I’ll dive into my temptations
Make the best of the situation
Make sure that I stick
Even though it sickens me to see all this industry shit
Looking at it longingly, please use me too
Least then I’ll make a mil while I'm playing the fool