Scxtt Aye - Wings

I can hear doves flying through my window now
Who tf shooting my wings down
I've been standing 10 toes for a minute now
I've been on a role for a minute now
Cooking on the stove, gotta simmer down, yea
Who tf shooting my wings down
I've been standing 10 toes for a minute now
I've been on a role for a minute now
Cooking on the stove, gotta simmer down, yea
Bitch I might die today
Bitch I might die today
I might not make it
Bitch I might die today
Bitch I might die today, yea, yea
Bitch I might die today
Bitch I might die today
I might not make it
Bitch I might die today
But fuck it, I know I'ma live forever, better tell them bitches, yea
I can hear doves cry
I can see the tears hit the floor board
I've been trying to find a room to ignore the noise
You can feel my spirit loom through these corridors, yea
lately I've been paranoid
My minds racing bout the times it was vacant
Now my home is scattered with these bones
You can smell the brim stone it was blatant
I've been chasing all this money, never had shit
All my pockets carried was the baggage
Money's moving slower than molasses
What I gotta pay to live it lavish
Sick and tired of only being average
Put me through the fire, trying to vanish
Just for me to raise up out the ashes, yea
I ain't trying to end up in a casket, bitch
Who tf shooting my wings down
I've been standing 10 toes for a minute now
I've been on a role for a minute now
Cooking on the stove, gotta simmer down, yea
Who tf shooting my wings down
I've been standing 10 toes for a minute now
I've been on a role for a minute now
Cooking on the stove, gotta simmer down, yea
Bitch I might die today
Bitch I might die today
I might not make it
Bitch I might die today
Bitch I might die today, yea, yea
Bitch I might die today
Bitch I might die today
I might not make it
Bitch I might die today
But fuck it, I know I'ma live forever, better tell them bitches, yea
Don't you know I'm headstrong even when I'm dead wrong
Something I ain't proud about
Looking in the mirror, gotta point'em out
Looking at my ops, I gotta sort'em out
Word of mouth is I ain't give af about the politicking
They don't really love you like you do when you in my position
Money is the motive when you never had a pot to piss in
We could give af about the opposition
They wanna shoot me dead in front of crowds now
Putting on a show you better bow down
I can see them waving them things & aiming at my wings
Hoping that i cling to the clouds now
Doves, creeping through my window
I can hear the wings flapping up to a crescendo
But really am I surprised?
If you look into my eyes, I'm ready for my demise, yea
Bitch I might die today
Bitch I might die today
I might not make it
Bitch I might die today
Bitch I might die today, yea, yea
Bitch I might die today
Bitch I might die today
I might not make it
Bitch I might die today
But fuck it, I know I'ma live forever, better tell them bitches, yea

Written by:
Scott Arana

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