Paris Texas - Closed Caption

Nothing you can fix so go ahead breathe
Everything that is, is always gon' be
Working so hard you forgot to grieve
Sorry right now, 'pologize to my seed
Everything I am, you gon' be
Genetics is a bitch, I had to learn to accept
Medic couldn't stop the fucking Reaper when he crept (yeah)
Twenty one-one, first time my daddy wept

And if all I gots to live for is listening to y'all niggas
Take a double-barrel, put it right inside my nostrils
And blow my fuckin' brains out, he's in a better place now
God rest his soul and this shit goes
For anyone I feel it's meant for already in eHll
Fuck would I be duckin' smoke for? Copy us like 10-4
Scrambling for answers, couldn't find them so I went towards
The only person that could help me find 'em that's my mentor like
I was treatin' women like experiments
I ain't certified to be no doctor or a therapist
They got way too many problems and I wasn't hearing it
Little did I know that they were hurt and broken-spirited
My mind poisoned and I realized the antiserum is
The music I'm invested in, they don't wanna hear that shit
Now they all pissed, damn, who ate all the asparagus?
I got hotter with this height, don't need to know what Faren is

Nothing you can fix so go ahead breathe
Everything that is, is always gon' be
Working so hard you forgot to grieve
Sorry right now, 'pologize to my seed
Everything I am, you gon' be
Genetics is a bitch, I had to learn to accept
Medic couldn't stop the fucking Reaper when he crept
Twenty one-one, first time my daddy wept

Written by:
Adrian Waller, Wale Onayemi, Dilip Venkatesh

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