Lyrics
Was born in the shadow
Be tough as the crowds in Apollo
'Cause life is a bitch with a ammo
She sucking and swallow
Keep every word short like staccatos
I sin like Gomorrah and Sodom
I'm friends with my sorrow
Stuck in a path and its narrow
Fucked in a world that is shallow
Was told, "Never follow"
Straight to the point like the arrows
Smoking this joint in soprano
Nightmare trees
I plant in dreams
Depression trees
That grow like weeds
My blood on leaves
A waste of genes
Overweight shit like my waist in jeans
Playing my sins, what a wasted scene
Living on edge, should I take this leap?
Demons in bed, say the bullet might help
Couples shot to the head
And you sleep real deep
I need peace, sleep, energy
Tryna dream again
All I see seas drowning me
Tryna breathe again
What's the cost? Lost family
Nothing I could gain
Or feel again
Just turned 23, still ain't free from pain
I need peace, sleep, energy
Tryna dream again
All I see seas drowning me
Tryna breathe again
What's the cost? Lost family
Nothing I could gain
Or feel again
Just turned 23, still ain't free from pain
Don't need 20 more reasons
Soul been bleeding
Gun to my head should be easy
Way too close to my demons
Mind full of legions
Pray I wake if I'm dreaming
Light in my eyes, sure dimming, uh
Days seem dark no meaning, uh
Drowning with gills
No bills to cover my bills
These pills might kill me, uh
Piano is playing
So many keys feeling hollow and sorrow
I might go insane
Mind full of chain
So many whips on my spirit
I promise I'm done with the pain
Physical plane
Feels like I'm tired of living
The stresses just can't be explained
Done with the rain
Feels like I'm falling too deep
And I'm drowning a clog in the drain
I need peace, sleep, energy
Tryna dream again
All I see seas drowning me
Tryna breathe again
What's the cost? Lost family
Nothing I could gain
Or feel again
Just turned 23, still ain't free from pain
I need peace, sleep, energy
Tryna dream again
All I see seas drowning me
Tryna breathe again
What's the cost? Lost family
Nothing I could gain
Or feel again
Just turned 23, still ain't free from pain
S.O.S. - Smoking On Soprano
S.O.S. - Smoking On Soprano
S.O.S. - Smoking On Soprano
S.O.S. (ayy) S.O.S. (ayy)
S.O.S. - Smoking On Soprano
S.O.S. - Smoking On Soprano
S.O.S. - Smoking On Soprano
S.O.S. (ayy) S.O.S. (ayy, ayy)
(Smoke)
Writer(s): Michael Cerda, Wale Onuzurike, Rytch Carrenard
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