fallen soldier / nobody

okay like

heaven couldn't find me

i was lost up in the dark

thumbin' through my blue hundreds

my depression's such a cause

smoke my life between the vapors

god almighty

swear i'm anxious

split skin pick i'm waitin'

hope you find me when i decide the day is over

hang it on your shoulder hoping that you could notice

okay let's go

i was posted by my grave

hey bae come lay with me

like won't you take the day with me

your feelings in tune with the mood

so don't you move from your spot

i hold you down like a lock

throw away the key to your lock

and if we die then so what

rose grow from the concrete and such

p.s. to this letter

life sucks

might die from the tip of my gun

blow off my shit cause it's fun

that afterlife what we want

but when we gone it means nothin'

so watch me burn and just crumble

a fallen soldier who couldn't

that proof is right in the pudding

i crack the fortunate the cookie hoping that nooky could save me

i contemplate on life daily

hoping i could meet the maker

and if the maker could save me

i hope he got a little spot that we can kick it though

gold seats inside the chevy

yeah impala pick and roll pick and roll

hope you play with it

grab that gun then you sprayin' shit

hoping that you don't spray this bitch

yeah

okay i'm lost in my mind

aye

trapped up in my thoughts

aye

this ain't what you want okay

this life is such as war okay

i'm lost in my mind

okay

trapped up in my thoughts

okay

this ain't what you want yeah

my life is just a-

whatchu gon' do when this falls

and then your back against the wall

no one to call for comfort

dawg

see i been going through it all just to get shit

split kick it

i'm tired of waiting for a fuckin' shot for when

like i ain't too far from them

i'm too far from a spot when

listen

i was broke

piss poor liquor store blues

whores in the valley

they just wanna give it all

and we just yellin' figaro

crisp nike airs with the jumpsuit

oh

watch the fledges come through

bum brush through your trap heavily

it's the belly of the beast

i hope satan's not fucking mad at me

living life in a tragedy

living life oh so lavishly

ravishing rick rude

that neckbreaker

can't handle him

listen

i'm in havel's pit

all up with a angel tip watch as the angle

angle em' breaking shit

champion flow that save a bitch

can't fuck with none of y'all niggas

i'm out here kurt cobain'in shit

i swear to god i hope jesus could clean my plate with a picture

but if it's worth a thousand words then i'm just blind to the distance

blinded aim with a pistol

maybe my conscience won't like me

i take it off to the mental

but if i am just who i hate then tell me why i won't let go

back stabbed in the audi 6

hit a hundred then kill a bitch

melting within the acid trip

listen

i fade back to my memory

fade it back never mention me

her malice wanted some passion passion juice for the mood

depression built within the basket

water drop my tears in the puddle leaking just like a fountain

don't you know that i'm the same nigga

rolling with the same motive

money over everything

i gotta keep the game focused

rondo number 9 with the shot but to my left i'm peeping

wade open