Khassé - Melody's Son (Outro)

I know it's so well
I know it's so well
Shit
I know just how it goes
Emotions ebb and flow
Through all these highs and lows
And though some doors have closed
The windows have opened up
I had to test myself
I often stress myself
Refuse to ask for help
That's just how I'm built, my

Mama ain't raised no bitch
And pops ain't raise shit
'Cept raise hell
So I copied it ya, went and popped some shit
Some cops got lit
I caused lots of shit but I got out of it
I wouldn't quit
Wanted me some trouble, yeah I got it quick

It's all G
Used to pull up Acura and a white tee
Homies girl, she never liked me
I'm off location, then he switched, now flows he's often biting
Fuck that
Cause every time I've been down and out I
I bounce back

Yeah, smoking trees, that'll get me in my head
Addicted to a couple things
I'm on a binge again
But look like playing for some rings
Up in the mirror, I'm the king
And I ain't taking off my crown, bitch

I had moments out there rolling in the crown vic
Praying for some relaxation, ain't been round it
Shit I had corrected, never mentioned, he been down since
Fucked up
And I ain't sent a message in a minute, that's just how it goes

Call me Two-Faced, baby
I've been round the snow
Hearts get cold
Egos get inflated
Eventually they blow
Unappreciated, but one day they'll know
Plated gold, I put on chrome
Soul ain't sold I'm on my own, that's how I stay
Need a reset, relocate
Copy Bezos, outer space

I've been
Tripping, tripping, tripping
Windows heavy tinted
On my mama
Heat stay in this fitted
Sanity I split it
Got some vices I ain't never quitting
Save it for my children
I'm a villain to a couple people
I can never win them

So I stopped trying
Empathy got taken for a weakness so hit stop sign
Trying to hit them bleachers every pop fly
You gon' take that path, but homie, not I
Sick of seeing ma cry
Had to grow up quickly call me Popeye

This third eye it's plain to see
Some of you who claim to be, but
Never really fuck with me
That shit is idiocracy, I was
Never into you, not into mediocrity
Yeah, I saw potential, but you proved that you were one to be

I put in the hours
I put in the minutes
I put in the sweat and the tears
I put in the passion
I put in the pages
I put away all of my fears
And for a minute, I've been acting bitch, I see that now
But mama chilling in the crowd and I can't let her down

Homicidal tendencies
She don't wanna hear about the
Man that I wish I could be
A harder pill to swallow when you're 70
Looking back on everything was meant to be
But never really got to be

I wanna be like Jordan, mama
I wanna be like Marshall, mama
I wanna go and start some problems
Tell em' bring the drama, mama
We was raised in it, ya weren't we, mama
Learned to stay the ship, now burn em, mama
You ain't gotta worry, mama
When it rains, it pours, we know this, mama
But it's sunny now, ya ain't it, mama
The devil works, but we've been working harder
Live and die for your son and daughters
I'm getting better and I've only started

Written by:
Chase Dunn

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