(Intro):

I thought that you were by my side

Everything too difficult to find

I thought that you would’ve been mine

I have been gone inside my own persona I’ll do better than you just give me a week

Too many choices and too many feelings that i have been through let me just get some sleep

(Verse 1):

Now I get bills, hills

Ballin it out till I’m ill

Standing for stills, kills

They like the way that I talk

I want a mil on the side

Take up the signs

See it all pass while I’m walking it by

Quiet like mimes

Taking my time

I just be lookin

Like it’s be a crime

I don’t want this

Fall in the well

Like I’m being a wish

Sick like my wrist

You talking trash

You know shoota

Don’t miss

Shoota don’t miss went I’m gone for a week

Shoota don’t miss when I’m missing my sleep

Shoota don’t miss when I go and I preach

Shoota don’t miss when I’m done and I leap

Came from the MHA

2 essays

It's too late

You I say now

Too lil faith

Newest face

You can’t see

Gotta give me faith now

Give me faith now

Too many people but

You knew my face now