Woodah - Electric Tears

Half the shit I thought in my head I have never said
Rather lock myself in my room and hide away in the bed
I used to waste away
I'm lucky if I had one plate of food a day
This skinny Rasta boy smoking weed with a head full of dread
So I don't drop disses, I drop my whereabouts
The old me died and he the only one I cared about
You talking shit we can smell we had to air it out
I pull a bunny everytime I bring the carrots out
It's a couple hoes that moms won't ever know about
I needed help she thought her son was out here showing out
This hot head giving hoes the cold shoulder now
The weed getting stronger but I rarely smell the odor now

I'm outta step, no control of my outer self
They see the pain inside my eyes but nobody offering help
So I don't trust a soul
Used to feel my heart, now my shit is cold
I'm Only 21 but the shit I've seen got me feeling old
The Same hoes used to curve tryna touch they toes
The Same niggas yelling opp tryna say we bro's
But I was running from the feds as a 10 year old
Momma running in from work like baby what you in here for
Used to help the plug we was trapping out avent ferry
And shit was scary
my heart was colder than February
But how I leveled up I been moving like cherrie berry
On some cocky shit
I'm rocking more ice than Ben and Jerry's
I Grew up In a zoo that shit felt like a sanctuary
Niggas feening for a high other feelings won't necessary
Skipped the meeting with admissions to put her in missionary
College looking like a bust I was thinking bout military
Lemme shoot some shit
Niggas be talking but never do the shit
Gotta keep a drake in my lap when I'm rolling through the six
Niggas just be acting on the beat it's like a movie skit
Niggas Ran the corner while I was laid up in the looney bin
I dropped pounds now my clothes got tighter
Flows got tighter
Dropping all these bombs like al Queda
Im like a addict I'm just tryna go higher
Niggas talking smoke I pop the trunk and pull out the lighter
And leave a couple shirts wet as the Nile
I'm buzzing now they'd rather live in denial
I'm from the tre but run the 4 like a mile
I used to hate on my reflection now I see it and smile
Bank account look like a number you dial
From window shopping now I walk through the aisle
She throw a fit but she just digging my style
Impatient nigga yeah I want it right now
Impatient nigga yeah I need it right now

Written by:
Will Comer

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