Lil Bowen - 9373

I've grown so tired of all this shit
I lost the will to fight alone
I'll throw myself into this pit
What you call hell I'll call my home
I feel so wrong telling you this
But then again I've lost control
I wander where my mind pretends
And I still have no fucking soul

I just wanna say I'm sorry for the shit that I started
I'm bizarre and nostalgic
I just fuckin' tear beats apart when I fall
I walk or stumble, royal rumble in the concert
Trippin' over your speakers my numb mind don't work
My dumb foot don't hurt
My damn fists go berserk
My fuckin' face like a zombie
My own eyes backwards
On my ass, in the grass
Through the glass, fuck my past
I'm the last one to leave
But the first one to laugh
When I can take a million dollars fuckin' throw it all away
Call me Stolin never Colin all I do is fuckin' slay
Know I started up the game
They're all callin' out my name
Fuck the rich and fuck your fame
And not one to point the blame but I'm a liar (Nope)
I aspire to inspire every motherfucker who disses me
Misses me, then fucking pisses me off
You can't comprehend my lyrics
They're from another dimension, suspension
Where you'll be in about fifteen seconds

I've grown so tired of all this shit
I lost the will to fight alone
I'll throw myself into this pit
What you call hell I'll call my home

So I've made some mistakes
It's my statement to break
Everything in my way
Do whatever it takes
Can I show you the way
How I'm not getting paid
For the grind behind me
No not today
If you wanna catch me
Rewind the tape
Know I never found a better fuckin' way to escape
This time behind me and I'm better for it
I'm killing without a killing
You can't ignore it
Still can't afford it I hope it the back
Lockin' eyes with your girl for a matter of fact
Shit is wack, I'm not black so they criticize
I attack with this flow so they still despise
Can I settle good for more than making metal
When I push the petal
Swerving at the speed of light
Devil outta sight
Grab the fuckin' mic
I'm psyched, ignite the motherfuckin' flame
I'll burn your house down tonight
I fly past here your pastor's lying
I rep this shit why am I declining
East coast bitch, I roast critch, get a switch
Otsego amigo and I'm sick of this shit
Tryna test out the west
Ever kill my skill and prove I'm the best
Put the past to rest
If I gotta do it on my own you know I'm going harder than ever
Check the weather, I foresee a storm and I know better

I know that everything's okay
Now I have nothing left to say
I feel so wrong telling you this
But then again I've lost control
I wander where my mind pretends
And I still have no fucking soul

(Yeah)
Or so I've been told
They call me (They call me)
9373 (9373)
9373 (9373)
9373

Written by:
Lil Bowen, Colin Bowen

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