Sunset Trei & ThisMyJam - Weirdo v2

I don't wanna talk to you, bro you weird
I cut em off at the head no sheers
Niggas be falling for the smoke and mirrors
I don't need to hear it, I'm plugging my ears
Uphill battles I'm walking down stairs
Yes I'm him, I'm use to these stares
Selling them souls, they serving them wares
I just took a trip right out to Bushwick
I just had to get up out my bullshit
Tell me do you know that shit don't make sense
Talking to these niggas require patience
Need some new faces on these faces
Tired of seeing Ben and all them racists
We don't say a word we close them cases
Not a need to double check or cover bases
Have you ever seen a nigga stuck in old ways
Gotta set some new intentions for some better days
You my dog how the fuck you make your own cage
I'm a still treat you same either way
I don't want no features on my new Shit
I don't need no teachers I been through it
Walking through this bitch I'm dropping fluid
Why the hell you say but didn't do it
Hoe I'm here to stay, I'm such a tenant
Why you hide the truth, I'm so offended
Bought some stones to help my brothers drown
I go up and hold my brothers down
Yeah drowning in my sound, speakers bleeding okay
Don't get near my stones if you anemic okay
Said your shit was cool but I didn't mean it okay
A for effort's more what I was meaning to say
On a different route, I took the scenic okay
Niggas taking drugs to fight them demons okay
Livid cause I'm shifting like the seasons okay
Boy just settle down, correct your breathing okay
Yeah yeah yeah hold up look
They don't even know what this shit took
I spent years with my nose in books
I spent years with the flower of life
It took time just to reach these heights
So how the fuck they over there in they cages
Looking outside tryna judge my life
Yeah that's right, you ain't in tune I cannot wife
Yeah that's right, I set trends I don't follow no hype
Yeah i'm bright, if I walk in you can cut off your light
Yeah goodnight, glow around me that'll blind your sight
Gotta make space for the leeway, going 120 down the freeway
Run this shit back no replay, staring at the sun through the sun breezeway
No one on the court when we play, I be on beats doing relay
Take me to the source who said it, I don't do the he say she say
Nah
Gotta be mindful of the thoughts you feeding
Healing shower, Now is power Eckhart Tolle I'm reading
Use to wake up without purpose I didn't even have a reason
From the hood, I beat the odds and now I can say I got even

Written by:
James Grace

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