too (chorus): and may be if i say " i'm sorry" may be you'll forgive me may be... and may be you still love me may be you miss me may be... now you
[Verse 1 - Cyhi] It may seem I'm sitting on a fortune But sometimes money is just so important In my hood, I'm equivalent to Jordan Dribbling on the court
real niggas in the game so it seems Just pretend to holla pimpin', givin' shit a black eye Next he say he trapping in my head I'm like why? Be yourself
come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga What goes around comes around my nigga And what
for death, may God bless My pops died when I was thirteen, I'm still tripping Forget living, I'm on a suicidal mission Tears dripping from my eyes as
is the right to grow, is the right to blossom. Freedom is -is the right to be yourself, to be who you are, to be who you wanna be, to do what you wanna
be? What you gonna do? Heaven may come and heaven may call but I won't be there Heaven may come and heaven may call but I won't be there Heaven may come and heaven may
my senses like an ancient claim Many is the time, I knelt in the light Appealing to all that I know Guide my eyes and steps that I may find love true
got no need for a chain of a chaks I'm a rude boi, I ain't gotta relax I got this game in my head like dax Got this game in my hand, be cool I'll stop
It's my party come together It's my party It's my, it's my party It's my, it's my party It's my, it's my party It's my party Que sera, sera, what will
good to be here It's so good to be here It's so good to be here Yeah it's so good to be here It's so good to be here It's so good to be here It's so
low good guys, catch you with a hook I know why you lie, ya crew ain't quite like mine Spit it like ooh my, these labels like ooh my (State your naaaame
slur, and your memory blurs A sure bet, Dell never fails clever tells the pear on his quest with the terrorist sending MC to the therapist my microphone will be
it to the sky like a ball of fire Jah come foot rule over [Incomprehensible] Gun gonna fire, I'm a soldier Alright, time for the American English aspect From my
my pocket with no apologies. Ordinary wanna-be, fly by night high MC's they call that one dude - because he's like 53. (chorus) Burn, black smoke fills the sky
, and hoes fuckin So understand that he's saying something Never be heard I'm underground with the dirt and grime Smashin heads be my reason for rhyme
my bed, I think of many horror tales Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away My flesh is stuck to my bed
with a sin for me Separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries This perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains bottomless Even my psychologist said suicide may be
