Tymonie - Closure

So like I said, I call myself respectful, but some think I'm toxic
Constantly reminded I'm not for everybody
And if that means nobody, then so be it
Least I make it known
The same door which you enter, the same one you could leave with
Grab your popcorn, grab your pizza, feel free to adjust the seating
Because my life is like a movie, every night premier screening
Some may say I'm so conceited, and I let them believe it
Simply cause they could never be me, they judged by what they seein'
I could've made a dictionary, and they still miss the meaning
Whiten out all of my blessings, highlight the misdemeanors
And call them out, cause when I'm speaking, they just think I'm tweaking
They rub it off and try to clean it, till it pops up like a genie
Almost dropped my plate from beefing, fourteen became a vegan
Began to understand my worth, and talk to me is cheaper
That's why so many fired shots, and thought that shit was sweeter
Caught in the smell of that ether, and got charred by this heater
And I ain't talking bout no weapons, my mind my biggest weapon
What's on that make rocket launchers look like Mac 11s
Mind on my chips like Pat Riley, locked in like Patrick Beverly
Started from the bottom to let my kids get they start on a leverage
But that's on hold for right now
Guard is still too high from the lies I've been told for right now
Reflecting why I bought the stories I've been sold to right now
Lost and trying to find out and see, with no little lighthouse
Just trying to make it to the crack of dawn
All while not trying to lose tempo of every track I'm on
But that ass be so fat, it's hard not to clap along
And if I do, it's with somebody that I know won't hold me still after they tag along
Part of my sights for my successes is a happy home
With or without you, but I prefer not to see that alone
I just don't know who you is to speak this in second person
And that's on me 'cause at the same time, I ain't really searching
I know that was a lot of intimate exposure
The choice is yours, we could part ways, or we could still be kosher
No strings attached, guarantee I still keep composure
The least I can do to show respect is giving you this closure
Before we get any closer

Written by:
Tyler Johnson

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