WES

I got a lot to prove A lot of things like i got to do A lot of luggage to unpack Like I been running out of room Too bad the zipper's stuck my luck is always running out of juice But i'm get ya one day, when the time is cool Just like my arms on the clock are getting weak past noon Cause i've been writing down the Poems just to feel in tune With you Like you're the music to my ears The heat in June Our waves connect like your feet to the ground yeah let's move Let me show you what i think All the things i've been thru All the throw up down the sink All the days i've been a fool All the times go in a blink So just sit enjoy your food Cause this life will turn to pressure And the pressure turns to jewels But I don't want to tell you how to feel I want this to be real Cause people live in movie scenes They like stay on reels But i just stay on wheels Cause life is always turning When you're looking for the Bills I make money, get high, f*ck up Get sick to my tummy, good bye good love, Each new bitch on me want something to f*ck I'ma waste my money on liquor and bud I make money, get high, f*ck up Get sick to my tummy, good bye good love, Each new bitch on me want something to f*ck I'ma waste my money on liquor and bud Talking bout breaking the bank Walk in like walking the plank Stay by my side they won't take you away I need to maintain And I'm facing the flames I'm Reaching the peak of these mountains of fakes F*ck being lame I'm swerving these lanes I'm telling myself that i'm good for the day I'm grabbing a plate as i eat all the pain Reaching the fork, in the road in my way I make money, get high, f*ck up Get sick to my tummy, good bye good love, Each new bitch on me want something to f*ck I'ma waste my money on liquor and bud I make money, get high, f*ck up Get sick to my tummy, good bye good love, Each new bitch on me want something to f*ck I'ma waste my money on liquor and bud