Chuckthespittah - More Lights (feat. Amanda Leilani)

You ever thought you had the one you love
The one you could've brung above surface
But she too busy working on her self but you could work
With it

And still complaining 'bout her other niggas
Homies like cut her off
Miss me wit monologues you so terrified of falling for once
My nigga fall can't dribble without a ball the thoughts inside of my noggin are begging to be involved
For once (aye)

They trynna blur my vision
Trynna sober my high
Lately killing my kind
But i'm too busy behind my keyboard trynna right my
Pockets and scribble my name on that document
Thats dedication that come wit sacrifices
All my life i've been living like i was lifeless
Oh my god
The fuck is he at

Said my nigga you can live without yo momma or dad
Thats why religion Ain't getting bigger in my
Life but dimming the high light my life i highlighted
They party I wasn't invited but shit i'm lit still
Them niggas wanting to eat but all they lips still
So ima run it alone
No more weight on my back
No more holding my neck
No more holding my checks up
Thats god working (aye) what ever that mean
Yea

Bumb bitches trynna hold me up
Knowing that i gotta goal to catch
And i'm to old for that soul to old to dive in trap
I'm hurt track to track feelings unmatched to happy souls born heartless ima die wit coal the beat sick
Gave my notes a cold
Ran wit em but i ain't falling wit those

Trynna water down my fire But my verse still cold I don't bend so
I don't fold Yea

Tunnel vision when i'm locked in two ways i could get in
And get a buck two maybe or i could trade my soul for a
New mic the gooey rapping expensive tasting chucky that dude tight right or i could pick a color to bang
And let them bullets ring
And see the range
And hopefully see yo brains
Or I could follow momma orders
Got to college get a degree and be important
Get a wife and make a daughter support a family
But my family gave me 0 support paid for sports but ain't reside on the side
Lot of lies i despise
You can hear the hatred in they statements
I'm to raw to never get a placement all the demons that i'm fucking facing molding me into a fucking man Understand the feelings when i rant
Throwing shots but never say i ran
Whats a god if not a fucking fantasy

And i been on my own too damn long i'm trynna shorting freends
They been lacking loyalty
I'm tired of showing them
The ways to go for my happiness you can see i'm passionate
The raddest kid below the sun
No-more texting when i'm blowing up
Shows coming up i bet they showing up and
Fuck them white niggas that i kick wit and
Fuck the haters yall can suck my dick
Thot

Bumb bitches trynna hold me up
Knowing that i gotta goal to catch
And i'm to old for that soul to old to dive in trap
I'm hurt track to track feelings unmatched to happy souls born heartless ima die wit coal the beat sick
Gave my notes a cold
Ran wit em but i ain't falling wit those

And to bring up my bitch elevator story my shorty as tight as they get
Same regrets she a mess
Doubt that doubt this
I think she bad for me like
Fat kids + chips
But know she made for me
Like frankenstein
My creation is the shit she supporting
Love is crack i love that chick she the reason i'm snorting
I fucking love you

I treat our thing like a basketball
And ima keep shooting on girl
You make my face feel like butter when i'm near you
My dick growing out my pants when i hear you
I understand thats this ya first and you don't wanna fail
Put myself up to the test
I know yo feelings frail
Fragile extra spot up on this saddle baby
We can find our legs
And run up past Seattle baby
Too good to be true but the truth good only thing stopping me from dirt'n you is my guts
Cause i trust them
But i don't trust them
Stupid niggas trynna fit in but we cut them
Our precision to accurate to lack a bit
My drive is astonishing
Yo drive you lack a wheel
Yo gun it lack a kick
Yea
My temper be short as shit bruh
My girl keeping me sane
Boarder line crazy ya know
Fat kid wit mental problems
Ima problem to solve get a chance to eat ima split the cake
Wit my dawgs nigga you my bro if i'm going home you tagging along
Shit
I'm off top ic i see snakes in the field and ima bite them
I been drowning in memories
Regretting my opportunities
That was sent to me
Satan got to me i got the keys
I open doors
Niggas know the keys open doors but be carful once you cross them henges
Wrong move and yo time is endless

Written by:
Charles Watkins

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