Wyler Adair - My All

Woke up here at 9 am
Another shitty day, ok, here we go again
On The Search for something real
Every day just constantly taking the pill
Don't tell me to calm down, I'm chill
I'm just spitting the facts like Meek Mill
Oh, I bet you didn't expect that
Pretty good intro, you really should respect that
You can try and inspect that
Just know that I really did check that
I've been working hard
Making songs with more than a couple bars
I don't need to spend money on nice cars
Hold on a sec, pause
It's that time again
Time to drive the hate train
With my very good friend
He's called Lucifer, have you met him before?
He'll tear you down like a whore
I've been bringing in the numbers but I still feel the same
Clout don't mean a fucking thing man, get that shit out your brain
You could be the richest motherfucker but you still can't defeat the pain
Clout, money, bitches, drugs, it don't mean a fucking thing
Don't celebrate my birthday
Cos my feelings are all grey
Put my mind on display
Always living life in a bad way
Yeah
I'm a master of rhymes
Cannot tell you how many times
That I've hit rewind
But I have to decline
All your raps
Cos they ain't better than mine
Yeah
Always tired
Uninspired
Not desired
Not required
Just expired
Bad attire
No supplier
Built empire
Michael Myers
Woo
Obsessing over my obsessions
I've learnt way too many lessons
I cannot deal with my depressions
I count up all my blessings
Then turn them all into curses
One day I'll be at the surface
But even right now I'm nervous
Tell me God, what is my purpose?
To write out these verses?
Tell you my curses
Close all the curtains
Tighten my circle
This shit universal
But I still can't be cheerful
Damn

Written by:
Charlie Schutz

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