[Intro: Kevin Abstract] Barely got control of it, must've got a hold of it Threw me to the ground and left a scar right on my nigga lips I look in my closet when I think about the past life Never good in my wallet, tryna see if I got my cash right Fuck a flight, they ain't never wanna treat my bag right Fuck a job, they ain't never treat my mom and dad right
[Verse 1: Ameer Vann] I hate them quiet suburbs, I hate those picket fences I hate the separation, first thing they called me "nigga" I fight, I got suspended, my teachers saw me hit him So they ain't listen to me, and from that moment on I would learn that I was different, I would grow to see the difference Second guessing my decisions, black bodies come up missing
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract] I feel like all my days are coming to rubble I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
[Verse 2: Dom McLennon] I would walk through the halls at my own pace Every lunch, I would flow, having no place All the books in my bag 'til my bones ache Wonder how the world would be if I had no face If I had no heart, if I had no skin And I was just thoughts, reminiscing The things always brushed off Had my father try to tell me I was just soft And when I look at the things that I've been through And the things I survived and at what cost? All the love in my life that I just lost All this shit persevere to the pole vault In the eyes of the law, I'm a problem In the eyes of the blogs, I'm a paycheck In the eyes of the world, I'm an icon In the eyes that I own, I ain't start yet In the eyes of the law, I'm a problem In the eyes of the blogs, I'm a paycheck In the eyes of the world, I'm an icon In the eyes that I own, I ain't start yet, I ain't start yet
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract] I feel like all my days are coming to rubble I feel like all my days are coming to rubble Uh, I feel like all my days are coming to rubble I feel like all my days are coming to rubbleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
