Zay Blaze - Bliss

[Verse 1]
Lost in the city
Had to learn how to take a loss shit is gritty
Always had to double check the cost pinchin pennies
Got spun so many times, think I ought to get dizzy
My dogs like to ball so they caught that shit with me
I ain’t had a meal since I touched down
Perfecting the skills where the luck now
I was doubted from the jump, can’t give up now
Meeting legend all they do is flex the buss down
I don’t stress how I got it now
Just check when I’m not around
And text when I’m not in town
No vest when they shot me down
Shoulda left when they locked me out
It’s sex in the lobby now
But they don’t know my body
Callin the receptionist, connection getting spotty
Damn I could’ve been the president of residenting thotties
All the times that I done fell shit my head is getting knotty
Hard headed, take a guess at all the bread it coulda got me
Oh well, you gotta lose some
Brushing off the dirt I get back up I’m tryna do something
If I ain’t find catharsis in the rhythm, I’d be too numb
Tension in the air it’s hard to breathe I just got 2 lungs

[Hook]
Don’t leave me behind
I’m not hard to find
Bring me I don’t mind

I said it’s bliss in the struggle
Never a rebuttal
Calling in a huddle
Plan to keep it subtle
Oh
If you see me know it’s trouble
Oh

[Verse 2]
Searching for the middle ground,
Between mental health and making money, but knowing me I’ll never find a time to sit around
And if I gotta borrow time I’ll put a little down
And I’ll finally find myself
I lean on my shoulder I get so beside myself
Being timid half the reason I deny myself
I could run with LFTFLD I never hide my L’s
Should I just do like them niggas and just sign myself
Me and all my niggas bout the business
If you ain’t keeping up with how we moving, just forget it
Growth is seeing who’s around to only push the limit
And ghost if you ain’t winning
That goes if you just think this shit is show biz
Or think this shit is all trends like we ain’t taking no risk
Shit I caught Covid and they ain’t even notice
You thinking I’m the one but can you handle how I’m Rollin
That question may as well be a gun how it’s loaded
I wrote this shit in Buckhead with goats in the yard
No food and transportation like it’s ‘posed to be hard
You should that when I speak it ain’t no boasts or canarnds
No jokes when I

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