Johnny Trumbone - intro

As I put pen to paper explaining my transgressions
I can't help but just reminisce on the memories you left with me
Shedding light in a darken place, peace of mind is escaping me
Walk thru the Garden of Eden taking a bite of the fruit
There's two paths you can choose to live righteous or fearless
Among the killers and dealers
Or live amongst all the squealers, under them shadows they comfortable
With the rope that you lend out, they hang you
Nail that sticks gets the hammer
But momma knew that I'd stand out, so I stand close to the hammer
I want some trophies like Bama, but I would skip on the Grammys
Picture me out in St. Tropez
We with some baddies we tokin'
I got my nggas, we joking on yachts
I made my way out the sunken place
Blessings come cause they Heaven sent
And they bigger than elephants
I'm not tryna stay relevant
I was tryna be close to ya
But I can't wait at the door for ya
I gotta lead 'em like Soviets
Gotta deal with they phobias
On the Road to the Rolis'
You gotta stand tall, consistent
Through all the killings and bitches
Stick to yo vision, believe it
End of the tunnel, I see it
Financial freedom, I need it
I know these people is watching me
Hoping my demons stopping me
Fuck they ass up like sodomy , pause
I needed you right beside me
But you went left and you tried me
You made our privacy public
Knew I didn't give you an option
But you ain't sit down and talk to me
All the shit that I went through
And all the issues I put you through
In bout a month we was laughing about it
She speak of memories, she feeling nostalgic
Resting her head on my heart beat
But that's my third phone ringing
Sending reminders and visions
Of all the bitches in question
That only show love in sections
This for my hittas and nggas rubbing they elbows with millionaires
Hopefully I can lead 'em there

Written by:
Kevin Avila

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