[Intro] Fleurever, Fleurever "The next Station is Spadina, Spadina Station"
[Verse] Yeah, man on a mission, hand on the wheel, steerin' my vision Keepin' my distance, head in the clouds, mindin' my business I got family that got homies who are locked down by the system And I'm prayin' for the black girls who went missin' and missed Christmas Now listen, what would you rather? Doin' it best or doin' it different? I got sick of the dream, spoke it into existence Started out with a dollar, finna turn that to a million Black angel, been through hell and back, now they made me the villain Oh, what a wonderful feeling I learned a lot about my early 20s, lookin' back, a nigga wasn't ready When it came to friends, I had way too many, a lot flaked when the shit got heavy And a lot of times, I was more focused on dollar signs I had to put it in overdrive, caught myself caught in so many lies Argued instead of apologized, I wasn't ready to compromise Many mistakes were ill-advised, had to cut it out, started cuttin' ties I must've fucked up a hundred times, blamin' the liquor to justify Everything that wasn't going right in my broken life That's Fleurever
[Outro] "Arriving at Spadina, Spadina Station" Was it worth it?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
