Monni Mo X Ruu - Bottled Up

I be talking to these beats
Like a therapist
Cause I ain't trying to go to therapy
Bottle to the face
It's feeling therapeutic
Problems in my face
And I ain't trying to dispute it
Let it slide cause I ain't
Really with the arguing
Bite my tongue
When I ain't really trying to body you
To myself
Cause I be feeling like I bother you
I ain't with the whining cause that shit
Be what the toddlers do
Bottle up my problems
Then I pour it in the booth
Aches in my brain, in my heart
And my tooth
Never tell you lies
I could only tell the truth
Demons in the cage
They been trying to get loose
A man like myself
Got to take the pain and eat it
Couples cases I done caught
And done beat em
At the table by myself
I had to cook the food
Fat belly in the kitchen
Trying to show the proof
Niggas ain't want to bring the Ingredients
They hearing my words I'm really meaning this
Drinking every week
Cause I feel like it take the pain away
In the moment it do
Until it fade away
Always got a mean mug on my face
But I don't mean to
Clutching on this hammer cause
I need to
Why you thinking that I do
When I don't need you
CV pops to these niggas
They just my Fiju
Shout out to the real ones
We never get recognition
Keep your heads high
Contributing to the mission
Never been the one to talk
Sit back and listen
Loudest in the crowds
Be the ones that get to missing
Hittas in the cut
They ready to go Houdini him
Hennessy and coke
Large cup never medium
Glass half full
I don't want to see it empty
A Nigga play with me
Going to need a EMT
Bitch I got drive like a dmv
Talking like they love me
I just C envy
They talk down
On my name
Like a nigga going to see it
I'm way too high
For these niggas
Ain't hit the weed yet
Said they was going to
Get me so nigga why
I ain't bleed yet
Cut myself a couple of times
Called it a accident
Lost myself a couple of times
It was a tragedy
Almost took myself away
God bless the ones that changed my Mind
Misery love company
Naa yo this pain is mine
Lean had me too fucked up
Now I'm sipping wine
Brodie had a four plus five
He still keeping a nine
She got like ninety nine problems
Still keep it a hunnit
Devil thought I lost them battles
Naa nigga I won it
They thinking that I'm walking
Naa nigga I run it
The game in my hands
Pain dripping through the condensation
If you not my man's
I don't want the conversation

Written by:
Damonni Lobo

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