Snick Foley - Rhymes With Borrow Lyrics

Hello! You can find me at Flushing Meadow
Staring at the globe til the sky turn yellow
The dream, was always just to make it out the ghetto
But all I ever heard was sad songs in falsetto
I want to lead everybody tell me follow
Not born, to succeed, that's a tough pill to swallow
Think they being deep, but they mind run hollow
I'm a God to all you amateurs referred to as Apollo
I follow this creed like an assassin
Blasting, passing, everyone to get my cash, when
All of sudden, the clouds clear and I can see now
Can't recall the person that I was like I'm senile
But I remember the times, the happiness, the gleam in my eyes
It seems to have died, my dreams been denied, and it's been implied
That I'm fucked up, but it's true
The thing is, I ain't start smoking
I start joking to hide the fact that I'm heartbroken
Look into my eyes, see the story of a tortured soul
Who tries to shield away the pain so don't nobody know
The trouble I see, the death and all that troubles me
Doubly, only some believe
In a year I go from just a young kid, with all potential, so much style
To he's living in denial, get a job and have a child
Like the rest of us, you no different, so just unravel guy
The lonely path's, the only path, on the road that's less traveled by
So I, became the screw up, who never grew up
But life's, shorter than crew-cuts, so I can give two-fucks, if I blew up
So rebellious, overzealous, over jealous
I have to tell this
No faith, in the future, that's how poverty, has gotten me
Finally got the power to ball, so fuck the lottery, don't lie to me
Love, has always put the child in his place
Now all the money in the world won't put a smile on his face

Hello! You can find me at Flushing Meadow
Staring at the globe til the sky turn yellow
The dream, was always just to make it out the ghetto
But all I ever heard was sad songs in falsetto
I want to lead everybody tell me follow
Not born, to succeed, that's a tough pill to swallow
Think they being deep, but they mind run hollow
I'm a God to all you amateurs referred to as Apollo
I follow this creed like an assassin
Blasting, passing, everyone to get my cash, when
All of sudden, the clouds clear and I can see now
Can't recall the person that I was like I'm senile
But I remember the times, the happiness, the gleam in my eyes
It seems to have died, my dreams been denied, and it's been implied
That I'm fucked up, but it's true
The thing is, I ain't start smoking
I start joking to hide the fact that I'm heartbroken
Look into my eyes, see the story of a tortured soul
Who tries to shield away the pain so don't nobody know
The trouble I see, the death and all that troubles me
Doubly, only some believe
In a year I go from just a young kid, with all potential, so much style
To he's living in denial, get a job and have a child
Like the rest of us, you no different, so just unravel guy
The lonely path's, the only path, on the road that's less traveled by
So I, became the screw up, who never grew up
But life's, shorter than crew-cuts, so I can give two-fucks, if I blew up
So rebellious, overzealous, over jealous
I have to tell this
No faith, in the future, that's how poverty, has gotten me
Finally got the power to ball, so fuck the lottery, don't lie to me
Love, has always put the child in his place
Now all the money in the world won't put a smile on his face