Dt. - Searching

Whole lotta Eight Hunnid Fifteen shit in this mafucka nigga
I swear man, Way I can feel your spirit in this bitch
I got to just balance my nerves out and get this shit right
Whole lotta Black Rabbit shit going on in this mafucka, you feel me

My trust the only thing running lower than my gas tank
Roaches in the ashtray
Blind trying to grab faith
A slip away from last place
Never seen my dad face
But know the pain of seeing day ones on they last day
Roll me up that bag Tre, saliva got my brain noid
Liquor don't heal the wound but it make the pain void
Think my homie fucking one of my main joints
Shit I used to know her ex, two sides of the same coin
Every time I play a beat now I hear Way voice
If I had to do it over I would make the same choice
Pill in each hand sapphire or crimson
Where plans to hang with them killas just backfire to lynchings
Survival in my genes, my attire is denim
We done been to hell and back walked through fire and venom
Songs remind me of nights with women when inspired to pen em
Pain I felt with them outweigh my desire to get em
I'm a better father than I had, shit that ain't saying much
Twenty-six years, maybe months we done stayed in touch
Trying to be a dad to both of us man some days is rough
Crush a pill, lace the blunt
Try to not to display the cuts
Eight One Five get dangerous
Close my eyes, embrace the rush
The chips is down, the stakes is up
Rockford can't escape it's clutch
A chord deep inside your soul where this cadence struck
Did it for the love ain't rhyme a word for the payment once
Man, it's probably been to my detriment
My artistic integrity probably been a impediment
Chemist with the music, methodic with all the measurements
No accepting it, if it's anything less than excellence
Sometimes I got the words but it's hard to get it out
From the belly of the beast and it just spit us out
Was bout to give this girl my heart and then she ripped it out
Homie pulled up to the plug crib, he said he in and out
Wooo

Searching for something
I'm searching for something
Gotta be searching for something
I'm searching for something
Gotta be searching for something
I come up with nothing
I come up with nothing
Searching for something
I'm searching for something
I come up with nothing
I come up with nothing
I come up with nothing
I'm searching for something
I'm searching for something
I'm searching for something
I'm searching for something
I come up with nothing
I come up with nothing
I come up with nothing
Come up with nothing
Eight One Five shit shawty

Written by:
Leslie Rolfe

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