Terrence Mack - Thoughts VII (EP Version)
Yo my nigga Tee Jay, where you been bro?These streets been missing you son
We need that fucking heat for the fucking winter man
It's been cold in these streets, these wack ass rappers
Where you been bro?
I been focused, way too much
Need to hit the blunt often, way too much
Stress reliever, I never get enough
Hit the trees, sip the bottle
Now Carry on
Uh
I been focused, way too much
Need to hit the blunt often, way too much (Yea, yea, yea, yea)
Stress reliever, I never get enough (Word)
Hit the trees, sip the bottle (Yea)
Now Carry on
I been way too secluded with the music
Sticking to it, like fuck ya help
Verses getting more personal, It's almost therapeutic
Relapse on reality
Man, this shit is depressing
Choices made off the anti-depressant
Dealing with the side effects of my life decisions
How Selfish Of me put happiness over family
Its crazy when I say that out loud
Karmas larking, I know she plotting
Good intentions don't always rub well
Damn
Learning life as I go, Imma man of my word
So if I say it, it's gold
Dis a chess game go and make your move settle and you get captured
The bottoms overcrowded and we all fighting to get out it
Thinking this might be the year I finesse
But niggas say that Year after Year
Fuck talk, imma show ya this year
Fuck talk, my actions gonna make shit clear, Yea
I been focused, way too much
Need to hit the blunt often, way too much
Stress reliever, I never get enough
Hit the trees, sip the bottle
Now Carry on
Uh
I been focused, way too much
Need to hit the blunt often, way too much
Stress reliever, I never get enough
Hit the trees, sip the bottle
Now Carry on
Yea, yea
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yea
In my head too much
Drinking too much
Smoking too much
Maybe I'm needing too much
I be in my head too much
Drinking too much
Smoking too much
Maybe I'm doing to much
I be in my head too much
Drinking too much
Smoking too much
Maybe I'm needing too much
I be in my head too much
Drinking too much
Smoking too much
Maybe I'm doing to much
Maybe I...
Maybe I just need a break from this shit (Woah)
Maybe I need time to take things (Slow)
Maybe My Grandparents was right (Damn)
Maybe I should settle down get a job that pays while
With some benefits, Really should make time to go see my kid
Wondering where my morals went?
Probably the same place my friends at
Attention gets expensive to pay
When you ain't really got time for shit
And lately I've been absent
Absent In mental since
Even though I'm physically here, my minds everywhere
But where it need to be, They say home is where the heart is
Well my heart is on this page, posted in front of all these strangers
What they call is my art, That's really just my pain
I be in my head too much
Drinking too much
Smoking too much
Maybe I'm needing too much
I be in my head too much
Drinking too much
Smoking too much
Maybe I'm doing to much
I be in my head too much
Drinking too much
Smoking too much
Maybe I'm needing too much
I be in my head too much
Drinking too much
Smoking too much
Maybe I'm doing to much
Written by:
KEEM THE CIPHER, SAKIMA YOUNG, TERRENCE WALTERS-MACK
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