TYVÁN - R.A.W

Everybody goes through shit
I know that it ain't just me
But the difference is that I, I will always try
Try to adjust me, be fit
Not just in the gym, but my medulla
Give them an inch and they want to break my ruler
Not a doula
But I'm taking safety measures for a successful rebirth
Me and Earth both got sexy body full of water
Gautama Buddha
If it ain't about my peace, peace out
Mental maintenance
No longer stuck in the drain
All the pain from the past
Kiss my ass, ain't out of order
Lift my glass up when it comes with my order
God, family, friends, yeah, in that order
In order to see how bright I light a room up
Done saying life ain't fair
"Bitch, you only lived a quarter"
And an extra year and some change
Nigga, make room for some change
26, it never gave living fearful
Let's look at the cup half full instead of half empty
I was feeling empty
Had a few people who poured into me
But my bag is pretty hefty
Like when my flight in Texas left me
Or when one of my exes fucking left me
Whole time, I probably was trippin'
Time to take off the ground
Airpods on high sound
In the air, I call that flying spirit
Yeah, I'm buckled up
I feel the turbulence
God, when you said "let go of that hurt," yeah, I heard you since
Went through depression
Been suicidal
Went through assault
I wish I had a fucking rifle
Not to set it off, but to scare off mothafuckers
Niggas got it easy
Cause if I simply told my brothers
That nigga would be squeezy
Like OJ, you a simp, son
Had a gun pointed in my face once
But no weapon formed against me shall prosper
The way I act like half the shit that happened to me never happened
I deserve a fucking Oscar
Smacked between a rock and a hard place
Will show you not to fuck with me
Shit, I'm celibate, you can't fuck with me
One look at Medusa on my chest and you'll be stuck with me
Niggas try their luck with me
But I'm more than a pretty face
Let me face this blunt
Therapy outside of my therapist
Exhaling all the shit that I face
To be blunt, I'm reserving my curves
I am preserving my body
I am curving everybody
Not serving my fruit til I pursuit somebody
Who deserves to taste the desserts of my labor
Yeah, baby, eat up
Laying comfy with my feet up
I'm in my own lane, I put my seat up
The way I chop on beats, I put the meat up
My cadence is the coldest, turn the heat up
No, I am not afraid to fucking speak up
Yes, I am the boldest, can you keep up?
No more sweeping under the rug, ain't no dirt there
You can see it on my mug, ain't no hurt there
No weeping
Yes, I'm introverted, but you hear clear
Landed with no layover, I'm still here
Bitch

Written by:
Tyvan Burns

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