letra de think2myself - mir blackwell
[chorus: mir blackwell]
i think to myself like should i give it all to this page?
i think to myself should i trust and discuss all my sorrow, my anger, my rage?
i think to myself that i’m not good enough at this stuff, and i suffer from praise
i think to myself that enough is enough and enough is enough of this pain
[verse 1: mir blackwell]
i think to myself that i probably should holla at momma, i know we ain’t spoke in a minute
she sending me love from afar, doesn’t matter what part of the world, she just hoping i get it
my girl think that i should go share that i think i need therapy with her, i’m open to get it
while she getting quoted, i think my girl hate that i smoke ’till i choke, and she hopes that i quit it
my mind left this earth, but it’s still where i’m at
i do that sh-t just to chill and relax
i know that life can get stressful, to god, i’m a vessel
man, i could hold steel on my back
been instilled with a will, so until i collapse
i’mma spill out emotion to fill out these tracks
don’t need filled out arenas to spill out these facts
see, my homies, my homeostasis the greatest, they still got my back
[chorus: mir blackwell]
i think to myself like should i give it all to this page?
i think to myself should i trust and discuss all my sorrow, my anger, my rage?
i think to myself that i’m not good enough at this stuff, and i suffer from praise
i think to myself that enough is enough and enough is enough of this pain
[verse 2: shwabadi]
outta sight, outta mind
folks are queuing up and still they’re out of line
surrounded by rap, i think i’m mummified
how the f-ck do i keep running outta time?
how the f-ck do i keep falling short of who i wanna be
often feel like folk are moving on from me
lucid dreaming turned to brutal honesty
everyday i’m chasing new anomalies
i’m tryna have fun, but sometimes i hate every word that i said
not saying i’m done, but not even the author relates to the verses he’s penned
made me a buck, the furniture custom, new girl in my bed
but the sleep doesn’t come, my thoughts are never as disturbed as when resting my head
does anxiety cause my insomnia?
or insomnia cause my anxiety?
they say we evolved to be social
then why don’t i feel i’m cut out for society?
i need some melatonin
lordless b-st-rd, i’m a fellow ronin
sycophants will never guess we noticed
i’m not sick of photos, i’m just fed up posing
[chorus: mir blackwell]
i think to myself like should i give it all to this page?
i think to myself should i trust and discuss all my sorrow, my anger, my rage?
i think to myself that i’m not good enough at this stuff, and i suffer from praise
i think to myself that enough is enough and enough is enough of this pain
[verse 3: freeced]
i got a phone in the back, and it’s ringing, they’re saying the decades are calling me
summon the eighties, my blood in the navy was f-cking with davey and robbing some colonies
probably, funny, the admiral touching the keys, i’d be cutting my t–th as a commie on, really
ain’t sh-t to do with him, truthfully, military youth is a common disease, and i’m healing
i would never say that i’m put together, i would never say that i’m quite calm
dreading every day, i might get a letter, looking unafraid when the light’s on
looking una- looking at a page, and i can’t remember anything but rage and a fight song, hah
heh, i don’t need to lay bomb pipe, i need eight bong hits and a pipe bomb
i’m just having a bad time right now, but the bible says love your enemies
i say you drown ’em with hennessy, i say-i say you drown ’em in tennessee whiskey instead
i need to shed these memories like i need a hole in my head, and my gender envy is kennedy, hahaha
telling me i got my whole life ahead of me, maybe
i think to myself i got bigger fish
but i’m still on the hook, so i swim for my life
it’s a fisherman’s nature to k!ll for a bite
but i still wanna scr-p with the will of a pike
i’ve been skewered and battered and cooked all my life
i still wanna tussle, i’m willing to fight
i’ve been willing to die
since the day that i landed, i’m thinking i’m ready to k!ll for my life
[chorus: mir blackwell]
i think to myself like should i give it all to this page?
i think to myself should i trust and discuss all my sorrow, my anger, my rage?
i think to myself that i’m not good enough at this stuff, and i suffer from praise
i think to myself that enough is enough and enough is enough of this pain
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