OnlyLiric - Til November IV.

I almost cried writing this
Way too questions bout my whereabouts
I'm pulling steady inhale heavy as I'm burning out
Thinking bout where I was sitting just six months ago
But my position at this minute looking stellar tho I tell them hoes
I don't got time for all the back and forth
I'll let you argue by yourself while I attack the boards money by the cords
They see I'm out here pulling strings but not for you
There's always a clog jogging the middle that isn't true
Found the tools helped out myself that's unlimited wealth
There's no limit or shelf when your records are felt
Get no respect Because I care for the checks they care for what you hanging
Circular stainless but that doesn't make the greatest
I'm just thanking
The lord for my blessings and endless lessons
A chance to send a message to the restless
Keep it at head space so they can catch me
I'm Still crafty like lefties I'm sorry that was tempting I'm testing
Can you hear me now
Only a smile when I'm around I don't condone a frown
Thank you for everything shitting On me kick me to the curb
Such an unexpected curve what is blood when you're way too numb to hurt
That's the curse feel your spirit in a hearse
Trapped inside you're alive but you feel like you felt worse
Go to church is what they tell you my grandmama would love this instrumental
Watch her sparkle that's my emma hope I see you next November

Written by:
Rodney Gamble

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