Reed Williams - Candid

Take these pictures, tape em' to the wall
Take my lighter out, and start to burn em' all
Watch the ashes fall right to the floor
All these numbers in my phone, but none that I can call
Sometimes I wish I could walk away
Til' I find myself right back again
What can I say?
Yo, what can I say?
This life that I've made
This shit candid
This shit candid
Out in big bear watching snow fall
Fuck the cost, I know the views ain't finna low-ball
Used to rock sales now I'm fit to cop the whole mall
Off the champagne, she call my name like it was role-call
And she might fall like pedals at the rose bowl
They think they'd fit my shoes, but they got no soul
Rappers like seemstress' y'all been looking so-so
My music been the bomb n' I been full-blown; close calls
We had a lot of those
They'll tell you everything, except the things you outta know
Boy it ain't rainbows that gon' lead you to a pot of gold
The way my heart is now could keep the fuckin' bottles cold
Follow yo heart, that's what they say
I'm fit to run through anybody like I'm a-train
Clear my head, step back, just to maintain
N' I'll be right back in this shit like it's a saved game
Take these pictures, tape em' to the wall
Take my lighter out and start to burn em' all
Watch the ashes fall right to the floor
All these numbers in my phone, but none that I can call
Sometimes I wish I could walk away
Til' I find myself right back again
What can I say?
Yo, what can I say?
This life that I've made
This shit candid
This shit candid
Shorty blow my mind n' it's been gettin' hard to focus
Drive me mad sometimes; homies sayin' I should go fish
But she gon' ride, n' she been by my side
And when you hit that mainstream, not many in that ocean
Close-knit, circles in my corner dawg
You got a set right after me, then you should call it off
I've just been workin, stackin' paper like I'm Michael Scott
To trade that civic that I'm whippin' for a foreign car, we goin' off
Shit is going down, finna hit the town
Hit the liquor store; go and cop another round
I quit the smokin', but I still could cop a couple pounds
They say they woke; they just chewin' on some coffee grounds
We was just in T.J. with our shades on
East bay, all day to the gravestone
These bitches askin' twenty questions like a game show
We already made a killin' homie case closed

Written by:
Noah Williams

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