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Ain't shit change
Still down, still low
Missing you

I lose track of the time
I lose track of the days
My mind in a daze
She gone nothin' the same
So now I just float
Hope this pain go away
I'm not sad, just alone
But really both all the same
Save my soul from the dark
Before i'm goin' insane
I cant lose myself now
Got so much more to gain
So I move with a cause
This matrix all in your brain
Dwelling on what was
The future seem far away
I cant see whats ahead
The motion says its okay
Just let go of it all
All that stress make you change
Don't get cold to the world
Try and control all your rage
I keep bottled inside
Its like a bomb in a case
Clock count down till my fate
Will I live or I die
Feel like I'm trapped in a cage
I swear nothing the same
But thats jus how this shit goes
We all stuck in this space
Where what we want but not need
Seem to be all that we crave
Since birth against all the odds
Hope I die with no shame
I've regretted some things
But would do it all the same
If I leave here today
Just promise you'll be okay
I can't keep looking back for you
If so put gun to my brain
Cause I cant live on
When you all that I see
My vision is so blurry
Might just go ghost everything
(Might just ghost everything)

But it'll get better (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It'll all get better (It'll all get better)
In time

See I'm at the point I ain't stoppin' at red light
Gotta keep moving, f*ck the lows and the laws
Prolly crash tryna dodge all the warning signs
This really all I know, only love for my foes
I wish I could remember all my past lives
Peep game, make change
Then spread change
And f*ck fame, f*ck clout
What happen when all that right now bullshit run out
Been alone in my own ways
I love in a place with no space
No time, it was a trip but I'm okay
I'm Alright
A lil numb but that come with the lows
Cant lay down I remain on ten toes
I sit high, prolly smoke on my own
My rose gone, put a stain on my soul
Hope you know its my heart that you stole
I move on and just grip to my goals
A sad tale, young man feeling cold
But he good, soul glow solid gold
And no way, I could ever f*ckin' fold
Chicago all the way to the O
Still alive, forever ill is the mold
I cant die, thru the sound I live on
The realest ones be the first ones to go