Drinking Sessions (feat. Keyon Harrold)

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
 I got these ideas, I got a lot on my mind
 And it's so hard to put 'em in a lot of songs
 I try to put 'em all in one, you know
 Just what I'm feeling, what I'm going through
 I've been drinking so please bear with me
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 Eyes wide shut, barely eating, tryna get my game on
 Played it too cool, almost like I froze, had to put my flame on
 All the while watch em X me out is what he says here
 Magazine cover motherfucker, I ain't tripping my flow
 And maybe they'll listen to me when they sixty
 Breaking some bread down, treat it like the Last Supper
 Toast to all the time we were po' but still we had one another
 Hoppin' in/out of shuttles, I'ma be big momma
 I'ma get rich momma, I'm sorry I ain't got a wife or kids momma
 But look what I did momma
 Got a house that I barely can stay in
 A car I barely can drive
 I'd be a liar if I said getting money didn't make me feel alive
 Hustling, arguing about who's better than I in tweets
 But what does it matter when a new artist come out like every week?
 And the label all on they nutsack, good for them, keep sucking
 Most rappers'll bend over for you, but me?
 Bitch I'm not for fucking, over
 I'd be the biggest star, they told me
 Signed my name on that line and when I die, that's when it's over
 Moving on to the set, I was just a talented black kid
 But to them I was like a check
 Another five years of slaving and then it's on to the next
 I was tryna be what I envisioned as a child
 A king ain't a man of God when ain't no church in the wild
 Shit been fucked up 'cause they don't talk about Christ
 Everybody trying to die young but who gon' talk about life?
 I pull that card Good Lawd, confederate flag shit so flawed
 They used to fly it like pilots and burn crosses in our yards
 I can't get with ya if you with that whistling Dixie want that old time back
 But niggas got a hundred rounds and automatics so we ain't having that
 I ain't promoting no violence, it's people out here been wilding
 So much that you can get gunned down just for being happy and smiling
 Ain't no hotline worth dialing to say the world needs help
 We too busy filling our needs that we might kill us ourselves
 I got my gumption for my granny, had a dream about her like last night
 She held me tight and told me, "Little one, everything gon' be alright"
 My mind playing tricks on me, but I needed that there
 In a world where I feel all alone sometimes I'm needing her care
 It's hard to share my insecurities so I medicate, I mean meditate
 And pray to God for a second chance, for Heaven's sake
 I'm just waiting on a sign or two
 Like what I'ma do when my heart get rusty and tired
 And it ain't shining through, and I think about death a lot
 My father scared of dying, I can relate, I call him before every flight
 In case it ain't meant for flying, I can't hold it back
 Can't control these tears
 I mean after all these years I'm still the kid writing poems, too shy
 To eat in the cafeteria, I'm two cups in and three shots way
 I don't give a fuck about any of the shit I didn't have to say
 Lord knows, it's hard to see the truth with your eyes closed
 It's hard to protect your feelings when you so exposed
 Yeah, I'm so exposed
 I'm so exposed
 So exposed
 I let it all slip away
 And now all I can say
 Is here's a toast to a better day
 And the love that will come and stay
 Oh God, oh God, oh God, wherever you are, yeah
 I call your name near and far
 Oh, oh God, oh God, wherever you are, yeah
 I call your name near and far
 I'm so exposed
 I'm so exposed
 I'm so exposed
 I'm so exposed
 Oh God, oh God
 Oh God, oh God
 Oh yeah uh
 

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Duration
05:11
Key
9
Tempo
141 BPM

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