Rog - He Never Answered

Drive my whip like Earnhardt
Why I'm always tryna stop my heart
Need a doc haven't slept in days
Hold the Amelia I'm not from greys
But I got some brothers singing the blues
Play sticks too but they hold the jazz
They say my rhymes need some pizzaz
I'm so dull chiefing nic blue razz
Always wear my emotions on my face that's why I'm such a fucking bitch
So I learned to roll the raw in a pinch
Detach from public when there a sitch
Gotta keep it real shoutout to my lady
Cuz she be playing tricks like she a witch
But I guess that's why she gone, damn life is nothing but a bitch
Hadda give a call to the reapa
Cuz my life's something I don't wanna keep-uh
Death always knockin at the door like a speaka
Man please hurry my lifelines only growing weaka
Please stop saying that I'll be fine
Try to keep going but I've been fiending for a line
But they promise I'll keep it a dime
That's times ten but trust me my life is pending
Hope my career ends up transcending
Popping shrooms feelin like a moon landing
Drugs help me lose my mind, I call that something like my early ending
Tryna get arceus my world was distorting
Yell at god like, why you want me to fall
I speed dial satan like you Better Call Saul
Cuz I got a case for the man upstairs
Hoping I beat all these man's dares
Cuz my bread is cold, and my blade is hot
Torch it more to impale it quicka
Not sayin bye for this life won't miss ya

Written by:
Anthony Serse

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