[Verse 1] I slip, fell down and drown in the puddle of my own tears I never learn my lesson manifested all my own fears In Columbus, I was buzzing like four beers And four years later, I'm just drunk
Maybe I'm that close, maybe I'm just stuck Started blowing lines thinking, maybe I just suck Maybe it's hard work, maybe it's just luck All the shit I think I need, maybe I just want Maybe it's just me, but baby, it's just us And maybe it's not love, maybe it's just lust Now it got me thinking all the people I can't trust And how I don't believe in anything that we discuss, like-
How are we supposed to build, when you tryna' tear me down Wear me out like some hand-me-downs Don't seem very proud of the man I am You don't seem to care, I carry pounds That shit weighing on me, taking my energy every ounce But I bounce back, a sad movie with a soundtrack Low amounts in my accounts, I don't announce that
Maybe if I did, you would understand Some people hit below the belt to get the upper-hand I didn't spend a dollar, still I owe a hundred grand This con-artists contracts wrote in Comic Sans Now I'm free, I'm on a run, but I'm a wanted man And I just let it happen naturally, it wasn't planned I wasn't playing when I told you I was done playing games They wanted me to change in a one wearing chains Had a Plain Jane Rollie before it became a thing But only because I couldn't afford to get it to blang I'm navigating terrain, gotta make it back Crack like an artifact, heart is staying intact Imma call the play like Harden, Wayne, Shaq Gave my heart away, then I saw it fade to black
[Hook] And it's real, very real, very very real It's a true story no this ain't no fairy tale I remember very well, very very well And that's real, very real, very very real It's a true story no this ain't no fairy tale I remember very well, very very well
[Verse 2] I feel like everybody tryna' fuck up my business I guess that could be how I burnt a couple of my bridges So I'm trying to rebuild, I'm trying to make it better Trying pull my self together like butterfly stitches But damn that's a lot of blood, damn that's a lot of rain Damn that's a lot of mud, damn that's a lot of money But damn that's a lot of drugs, how is it not enough I get a buzz then I miss the pain 'Cause I can play the victim I can point the finger, I can shift the blame I can ruin my day in a second Then I can manifest it, ruin the rest of me if I let it
I'm good at fucking up, 'cause I did it my whole life I been to hell and back so I'm willing to go twice And three time's the charm so I might get a gun and a knife When I look in the mirror, it's on sight And off the record I can off myself at any second Mamma called to check up on me like it's all intervention I don't talk about it often, I don't wanna draw attention I just add it to list that shit I just forgot to mention An addict in the trenches, the habit get expensive And if you ask about it, I'mma laugh and get defensive And get an attitude, and then get sad and apprehensive And I ain't even mad at you, I'm mad at my reflection
[Hook] And it's real, very real, very very real It's a true story no this ain't no fairy tale I remember very well, very very well And that's real, very real, very very real It's a true story no this ain't no fairy taleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
