[Verse] Pressure bustin' every pipe I own Contradictions flood my flow Exhale my weed Blow out my lows The mirror sees what my eyes don't show It's like I'm fighting for my soul, soul Don't know if I could find no more, I don't know Have a drink, even though I shouldn't The liquor fuels my evil thoughts Glocks and clips, it's an easy fix It feels like wrong is the only right Evil got me questioning my patience Hold up, I just need some space Let me regain sole control of my wrongs Cause it's all I own I've made it through too many storms to foldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
