Luke Wynn - 1890

Rent due
Read the notice like a kindle
Ripped it off the door
Wife in the kitchen making lentils
She looked up at me and breathed
Like get the hint, Luke
Job application on the table
With a pen too
I see a pregnant belly
I smell the aroma
My wifey love me this time
But I can’t even buy a stroller
60 G’s in debt
From a garbage college diploma
I looked her in the eye
And I told her this isn’t over
I said, this isn’t over
It’s not the end
Then went to twitter
Saw a virus was about to hit
My boss hit me up
And let me know I should not go in
Man vs bat, we won the battle
But the war was his
Heard my momma scream
When her brother died
Ain’t never heard my mother cry
In a pitch that would make
Mariah Carey sound like Barry White
Reflecting on 2020 vision posts
Got me lookin’ like Pennywise
Songs that I wrote of succeeding
Was failures in disguise
Paranoia, like will my legacy be vilified
'Bout to have a baby
This moment should be blissful, right
Can’t even enjoy the moment
Focused how my ends are tight
Ain’t tryna rant
But paint a picture of my present time
He hit me up
Asking me if these are heavens signs
If it is, I’m good
‘Cause earth just breeds depressing lies
And if hell is worse
Then the thought of it makes me petrified
But as for now I’m still alive
My momma’s here too
So for sure God hasn’t cracked the sky
While I’m breathing
Ain’t no quitting ‘till we livin’ high
I promise that my baby girl
Will have a better life
'Cause it ain’t over till it’s done
Life is throwing lemons
But I promise I’m the one
I can be the greatest
It don’t matter where I’m from
You can call me solar
‘Cause I’m powered by the son
Can’t nobody stop me
For these hiccups, pull your tongue
Haters lookin’ at me
And they swear that I’m a bum
They don’t see what I see
I know soon my time will come
Pain creates pleasure
And hunger causes you to hunt

Written by:
Jeremiah Wynn

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