And That's Tough...

Fleeing in a foreign Driver seat doors open This ain't no suburban Just to close my curtain I can tell you all for certain This is Everything On E like my 7th string Death through metal Foot heavy on the pedal Flying through the ave And I'm bumping Never Settle Niggas caught me lacked When I wasn't strapped And for a second I would question if I'd make it back It's hardly promised And at that moment I'll be honest I was thinking make it If I did I'll take music as far as I can take it If I did I'd face my feelings and choose to embrace it If I did I'd text her sorry for the time that we wasted I created Vibes originated from the head that I inflated Lies I fed were gold so you know I had it plated Thinking maybe this is karma for my past that got me jaded One life only Pray it isn't tapped Nowadays she don't text me back Tell me how you got the best of friends and you can't do the bend around the issue on the track To stay the track Acting like you outgrown all the good we stacked And lately it's the saddest fact it outweighs all the things we lacked And that's tough Sad story But you still got it for me Calling to talk You pick up ignore the message Saying your piece But all your statements alleged Tell me I need to fix Fix your edges Statements we both make that's just building wedges And this is what it come to After I survived a real hood nigga run through 30K for the rain and pray I bring the sun through Dealing with the pressure all I ask is that you come through But you never do And that's tough Sad story But you still got it for me