WTL
Lyrics
Looking at the ceiling while my mind just sits and fights
If it's all the same to you let me float off like a kite
Tired of waking up feeling something ain't right
I Treat these bitches how they treat me call it spite
I been caught lacking bout a hundred fucking times
A nigga still bleeding while I write these fucking lines
Shadow boxing demons like Ali in his prime
I Can't let these niggas get me low and block the shine
Pieces and pieces is broken
Leaving and leaving I'm coping
Being I'm being the chosen
Reaping and reaping emotions
I
Contemplate if the bullshit really worth it
And Giving my peace to those who don't deserve it
Staying with the people who'd leave me deserted
Makes me wonder my own true purpose
On the surface
On the surface
Yea yea yea yea
On the surface
On the surface
On the surface
I'm a nigga whose enemy is self
Always standoffish ion need no fucking help
Until I do that's when I reach on top of shelf
And pull down the cards that I was truly dealt
Raised in school as the oddball out
Never to cool to get a piece of that clout
I Lost a few friend wonder what that's about
Lost a few friends when I moved a new route
Man fuck them niggas we ball
Imma keep moving till heaven gives me a
call
Telling me you did it and got a family and all
That's all I want you can keep ya applause
Ion need it bae
Writer(s): Edward Mitchell III
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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