NewEraMar - Old Western

What time it is
It's 7 o'clock but it's 4 in Pacific, uh, could I be more specific
I'ma be blessed with a new Corvette, cause I was content with a Honda Civic
Doubt been living rent free in my mind, in a section where nobody visits
I ain't been happy in years, but found out a way to make everything sound terrific
Ready to live my life to the fullest, cause there was some nights I was tired of living
Feel like I'm giving my all to people that don't give it back, I'm tired of giving
Manager asked why I'm always mugging, I simply replied, I'm tired of grinning
Bro came home and then started a business, I remember he said he was tired of prison
I could just go off the top of the dome, cause at this point I'm tired of penning
I don't start working on nothing until I see proof from the bank that a wires pending
Heard ya lil album, I could put you to shame, but I ain't that condescending
I don't like to be in one place too long, but somehow I don't get tired of winning, yeah
I did it before, I bet you I do it again, no pressure
Im ready to blow, I'm constantly dealing with pain, no pleasure
You making a scene, me, blank face, no gesture
I might have a gun on my waist and one in my boot, old western
I did it before, I bet you I do it again, no pressure
I'm sick of her nagging, she just be looking for problems, so extra
She making a scene, me, blank face, no gesture
I might have a gun on my waist and one in my boot, old western
Pop out the cut, I'm in the crevices
Ego and pride, that is my nemesis
I overthink, I am a pessimist
I am a alcoholic beverage specialist
Hate getting high, then I get negligent
She rocking negligee, I'm rocking necklaces
She only here to fulfill all my fetishes
I got a girl, but she don't do none of this
I need a bride, but I don't like settling
Scared that I'm missing out on something better than this
Demons be lurking and meddling
Please don't compare me to artists I know that I'm better than
I say I love you, I do till I don't
If I say I hate you, the feelings indefinite
If you cross me you won't hear the end of it
Ima make sure you regret every bit of it
All of my rhymes and lyrics sponsor salvation, but y'all don't be tryna hear it
I walk in wine and spirits, leave out with wine and spirits and call it the conjuring
All these accomplishments, still feel incompetent
Maybe I'm not who think I am
I see the hate but too lit to respond to it
Maybe I am who I think I am
I did it before, I bet you I do it again, no pressure
Im ready to blow, I'm constantly dealing with pain, no pleasure
You making a scene, me, blank face, no gesture
I might have a gun on my waist and one in my boot, old western
I did it before, I bet you I do it again, no pressure
I'm sick of her nagging, she just be looking for problems, so extra
She making a scene, me, blank face, no gesture
I might have a gun on my waist and one in my boot, old western

Written by:
Marchand Pendelton

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