Wifisfuneral - Fallen Soldier / Nobody Lyrics

Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah, okay

Okay, like, heaven couldn't find me
I was lost up in the dark
Thumbin' through my blue hundreds
My depression's such a cause
Smoke my life between the vapors
God almighty, swear I'm anxious
Split skin pick, I'm waitin'
Hope you find me when I
Decide the day is over
Hang it on your shoulder
Hoping that you could notice
Okay, let's go, I was posted by my grave
Hey, bae, come lay with me, like
Won't you take the day with me?
Your feelings in tune with the mood
So don't you move from your spot
I hold you down like a lock
Throw away the key to your lock
And if we die then so what? Rose
Grow from the concrete and such
PS to this letter: Life sucks
Might die from the tip of my gun
Blow off my shit 'cause it's fun
That afterlife what we want
But when we gone, it means nothin'
So watch me burn and just crumble
A fallen soldier who couldn't
That proof is right in the puddin'
I crack the fortune, the cookie
Hoping that nooky could save me
I contemplate on life daily
Hoping I could meet the maker
And if the maker could save me
I hope he got a lil' spot
That we can kick it though
Gold seats inside the Chevy, yeah
Impala, pick and roll, pick and roll
Hope you play with it, grab that gun
Then you sprayin' shit
Hoping that you don't spray this bitch, yeah

Okay, I'm lost in my mind, aye
Trapped up in my thoughts, aye
This ain't what you want, okay, this
Life is such as war, okay
I'm lost in my mind, okay
Trapped up in my thoughts, okay
This ain't what you want, yeah
My life is just a-

Yeah, ayy, yeah
Whatchu gon' do when this falls?
And then your back against the wall
No one to call for comfort
Dawg, see, I been going through it
All just to get shit, split, kick it
I'm tired of waiting for a
Fuckin' shot for when
Like I ain't too far from them
I'm too far from a spot when
Listen, I was broke, piss poor
Liquor store blues whores in the valley
They just wanna give it all
And we just yellin' figaro
Crisp Nike Airs with the jumpsuit
Oh, watch the fledges come through
Bum rush through your trap heavily
It's the belly of the beast
I hope Satan's not fucking mad at me
Living life in a tragedy
Living life oh-so lavishly
Ravishing Rick Rude, that neckbreaker
Can't handle him listen, I'm in Havel's pit
All up with a angel tip
Watch as the angel angers him
Kurt Angle 'em, breaking shit
Champion flow that save a bitch
Can't fuck with none of y'all niggas
I'm out here Kurt Cobain'in shit ayy
I swear to God I hope Jesus could
Clean my plate with a picture
But if it's worth a thousand words then
I'm just blind to the distance
Blinded aim with a pistol
Maybe my conscience won't like me
I take it off to the mental
But if I am just who I hate then
Tell me why I won't let go
Back stabbed in the Audi 6
Hit a hundred then kill a bitch
Melting within the acid trip, listen
I fade back to my memory
Fade it back, never mention me
Her malice wanted some passion
Passion juice for the mood
Depression built within the basket
Water drop my tears in the puddle
Leaking just like a fountain
Don't you know that I'm the same
Nigga rolling with the same motive?
Money over everything
I gotta keep the game focused
Rondo number 9 with the shot but to my left
I'm peeping wade open