J3t-L33 - T1M3S

Sometimes I think I want it
Sometimes I think I need it
Sometimes I feel im on it
Other times I feel it leaving
Smoking on these trees
Some folks would say that I'm feening
Emotions kicking ass
You clearly see that I'm leaning
Trying to blast my rocket
But I feel my breath diminishing
Can't even collect
The thoughts
Thats crossing
My own mental man
Shaking feeling anger
Take a breath
My owm worst danger
Spin the loop again
Cycle got me losing friends
They still living
I don't think they Love me
Like the did
I don't think they fuck with me
Like how we use to kick
Might return the favor
Or just leave me looking sick
I might just say fuck it
Snap the phone
See who I see
Mama feel my loss
Just too bad
I'm on my own
Grown man
Grown story
Another way to say your own
Small world
Short story
How they get you dead and gone
Percent da cap
Small to tax
Long grind for the win
Sometimes I think I want it
Sometimes I think I need it
Sometimes I feel I'm on it
Other times I feel it leaving
Smoking on these trees
Some folks would say that I'm feening
Emotions kicking ass
You clearly see that I'm leaning
Trying to blast my rocket
But I feel my breath diminishing
Coming round the corner
Got to go ahead and finish him
Smoking on your homie
Cycles sad but he some pack
Niggas acting bad
But it's just that
And that's a wrap
I'ma hands on snap your back
From that there's no relapse
Cerebral will collapse
Motor functions bound to snap
Little voice inside my hat
Screamed said
Dont kill this rat
Let him suffer in his stasis
Paralyzed let that be that
So I bounce like
A happy parent
Driving from a school
Might hit me five over
But my eyes is in rear view
Hand in reach of tool
Always keep my cool
Chopper in the trunk
Clip build like a spool
Aim like a goon
Straight attack
Im a Goblin
How I eat this food
Ain't no mercy for you
You, you or you
If I call my dudes
They gone do
What they do
Allergenic Choppa
Acho'ing your crew
We some starving demons
Walk up finish the food
Ops I meant the fool
Nigga thought
Shit would be smooth
Just because it always
Seems a nigga maintains his cool
So Sorry for him
All I maintain is my
Tool and my Love for a few

Written by:
Leroy Parker, Jr.

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