Simon Jay03 - Jan. 24th

Yow, we good
Aight
Sup folks
I go by the name Simon Jay
And welcome to the tape
I'm just hoping that y'all ready to take flight
For this is special
Yeah we good man

Yow I told myself that I shall never write a song about righting wrongs
They right no wrongs
She says she'll send my soul to hell cause that's where it belongs
So much hatred from a good hearted person
Got a young negro rehearsin' verses from the black book
With hope of being a better curse but I fail
Look on my mom's face tells me that I'm the worst and I'm frail
But I'm outchea workin' my hell
That's what it feels like, It no longer feels right,writing on these feels
So I could prolly make my feels right
And I never write these songs man the feels write
She told me when she left me she started to feel right
Got a brother emotional is this hindsight
Can't believe I'm what I said I'll never get to be like
But these are omens they are visions I was shown
And I'm just hoping that they notice for they know that I was chosen
Wack is my allergy, haven't lost a calory make sure if you coming
You don't bring no bad energy

And, I try to be honest
But Mama still don't know that I don't wanna go to college
I feel like we the hottest, when we spit fire they vomit
I'm a sponsor with these coffins if you want one then you got it
And I've been feelin' Godly, every soul I meet is bodied
They don't even know themselves from the brother they just copy
I'm just tryna be like Hopsin
Maybe get it poppin
Highway bars, who traffic enough to stop me, I don't see him

And yeah I don't
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
It's only the intro after all

Written by:
Ofentse Ruiters

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