If I told you stories you would judge me hard
Bouquet in the ziplock make the demons soft
Sometimes I feel so right, I know I can't be wrong
Sometimes I be so wrong that I can't make it right
Something disturbing my spirit I can't even write
Knew this day would come, why you fightin tears
Dragged her thru the mud, did her super-dirty
Feel it tightening up chest, fly a paper Lear
I was even movin shakey in the early days
Right now looking back man I feel dumb as shit
I done f*cked this shit up in dumbest ways
Film playing in my head, I made the dumbest plays
Hot box in the whip
Runnin thru a zip
At least this time I ain't cry all on the phone like a bitch
Lighter on my side, I keep a bic
Rosin in my lungs, yeah this here gon get me lit
Can feel the liquor calling, yeah I know I need this cleanse
Uppers with my weed, I'm taking caffeine to the head
I've been seeing demons and these clowns, wanna see dead's
My hearts gon cold, I wonder why
That I even tried at all
The morning rain hides all my weed my smoke
Til I can't see at all
And even if I could love, it would all turn grey
And that picture on my wall, it's remind me
That I f*cked up bad
That I f*cked up it all
F*cked this girl so hard I bet her body aches
Smoking wedding cake, I'll probably never have a wedding day
But best believe I'm sweating out her setting spray
Mr. Solo Dolo man, everyday Kid Cudi day
I don't mean no harm, no don't know what's gotten in to me
I stopped giving a f*ck what these people gonna say bout me
All your friends are trash, no, you don't know no one like me
You kept on throwing rocks outside your crib, I had to shatter it
Niggas step to me on tracks and they gon end up perishing
Everything exotic, boy I'm smoking out a blueberry
JORDN's pen so strong, he probably burn you writing right handed
Please don't call an iso, not an island, we are not stranded
My hearts gon cold, I wonder why
That I even tried at all
The morning rain hides all my weed my smoke
Til I can't see at all
And even if I could love, it would all turn grey
And that picture on my wall, it's remind me
That I f*cked up bad
That I f*cked up it all
Silk - Track 9 Lyrics
Silk - Track 9 Lyrics
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If I told you stories you would judge me hard
Bouquet in the ziplock make the demons soft
Sometimes I feel so right, I know I can't be wrong
Sometimes I be so wrong that I can't make it right
Something disturbing my spirit I can't even write
Knew this day would come, why you fightin tears
Dragged her thru the mud, did her super-dirty
Feel it tightening up chest, fly a paper Lear
I was even movin shakey in the early days
Right now looking back man I feel dumb as shit
I done f*cked this shit up in dumbest ways
Film playing in my head, I made the dumbest plays
Hot box in the whip
Runnin thru a zip
At least this time I ain't cry all on the phone like a bitch
Lighter on my side, I keep a bic
Rosin in my lungs, yeah this here gon get me lit
Can feel the liquor calling, yeah I know I need this cleanse
Uppers with my weed, I'm taking caffeine to the head
I've been seeing demons and these clowns, wanna see dead's
My hearts gon cold, I wonder why
That I even tried at all
The morning rain hides all my weed my smoke
Til I can't see at all
And even if I could love, it would all turn grey
And that picture on my wall, it's remind me
That I f*cked up bad
That I f*cked up it all
F*cked this girl so hard I bet her body aches
Smoking wedding cake, I'll probably never have a wedding day
But best believe I'm sweating out her setting spray
Mr. Solo Dolo man, everyday Kid Cudi day
I don't mean no harm, no don't know what's gotten in to me
I stopped giving a f*ck what these people gonna say bout me
All your friends are trash, no, you don't know no one like me
You kept on throwing rocks outside your crib, I had to shatter it
Niggas step to me on tracks and they gon end up perishing
Everything exotic, boy I'm smoking out a blueberry
JORDN's pen so strong, he probably burn you writing right handed
Please don't call an iso, not an island, we are not stranded
My hearts gon cold, I wonder why
That I even tried at all
The morning rain hides all my weed my smoke
Til I can't see at all
And even if I could love, it would all turn grey
And that picture on my wall, it's remind me
That I f*cked up bad
That I f*cked up it all
Bouquet in the ziplock make the demons soft
Sometimes I feel so right, I know I can't be wrong
Sometimes I be so wrong that I can't make it right
Something disturbing my spirit I can't even write
Knew this day would come, why you fightin tears
Dragged her thru the mud, did her super-dirty
Feel it tightening up chest, fly a paper Lear
I was even movin shakey in the early days
Right now looking back man I feel dumb as shit
I done f*cked this shit up in dumbest ways
Film playing in my head, I made the dumbest plays
Hot box in the whip
Runnin thru a zip
At least this time I ain't cry all on the phone like a bitch
Lighter on my side, I keep a bic
Rosin in my lungs, yeah this here gon get me lit
Can feel the liquor calling, yeah I know I need this cleanse
Uppers with my weed, I'm taking caffeine to the head
I've been seeing demons and these clowns, wanna see dead's
My hearts gon cold, I wonder why
That I even tried at all
The morning rain hides all my weed my smoke
Til I can't see at all
And even if I could love, it would all turn grey
And that picture on my wall, it's remind me
That I f*cked up bad
That I f*cked up it all
F*cked this girl so hard I bet her body aches
Smoking wedding cake, I'll probably never have a wedding day
But best believe I'm sweating out her setting spray
Mr. Solo Dolo man, everyday Kid Cudi day
I don't mean no harm, no don't know what's gotten in to me
I stopped giving a f*ck what these people gonna say bout me
All your friends are trash, no, you don't know no one like me
You kept on throwing rocks outside your crib, I had to shatter it
Niggas step to me on tracks and they gon end up perishing
Everything exotic, boy I'm smoking out a blueberry
JORDN's pen so strong, he probably burn you writing right handed
Please don't call an iso, not an island, we are not stranded
My hearts gon cold, I wonder why
That I even tried at all
The morning rain hides all my weed my smoke
Til I can't see at all
And even if I could love, it would all turn grey
And that picture on my wall, it's remind me
That I f*cked up bad
That I f*cked up it all
Writer: Norris Smitth II
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC