Stinson

Nah I'm playin man I'm sober as a clover Tried to text your phone and tell you I ain't coming over Service sucks on mars unless your traveling by rover And I hate to be that guy, you know I ain't that high It's just a lame excuse Ashamed to say what I'm ashamed to do Till the clock strikes twelve, and we exchange our youth I wonder if I will regret the things I ain't put you through I'm Known to hold back the truth Nobody Knows where I live I was the coolest ghetto kid ashamed of my crib You can't run off with my secrets baby, my heart, and a rib They need to recall the nineties The people take for they give And half the time you don't get back A bad experience and now you pimpin like you Slickback And if your friends happy then you envy and resent that And try to break them up like you was Chance with the Kit-Kat Damn You cold Yeah This real groovy now I ain't gone lie I did my thing on This one Yeah I wonder why I try so hard, I wonder if I'll make it I wonder if I'm real or just a puzzle in the matrix My hair out I'm in soho people staring like I'm naked Ran into Jonah Hill the dude was borderline shaking Guess he thought I was gone rob him or something I'm a fan bro I kept it pushing I ain't pressed to meet no man Though the movies ain't the same, it ain't nothing I can't handle Black James Bond never caught up in a scandal Shout out to my angel Ms. Wiluette, she keep me sane so I cannot complain I just charge it to the game I was hanging on the edge remember walking in the rain Staying late just for practice, and ain't even play the game Scared to turn out like my dad Trying to find a way to change Guess that's why I'm so responsible, and usually take the blame Creating distance at the same time, it's crazy it's a shame We all got our own ways to heal and deal with pain