throwaway - Aliens (21 Club) Lyrics

It aint about what you want
Just go out and get it done
She ask me what am I on
I tell her I aint on none
Aliens be in my brain
Creatin all these thoughts insane
I dont wanna feel the pain
I just wanna feel the flame
Come close, come close
Hear this note that I wrote
These words from my throat
Tell a story never told
She took a toll
And now Im so cold
Feel like Im getting old
Im only 20 you know
21 is close
21 club dont get old
Better protect my soul
Oh
Oh no oh
Think Im dying slow
Is there a way out no
Hoh feel like Im dying slow
Is there a way out no
Is there a way out no
I feel like I dont have direction
And at work I just count the seconds
I just take it slow nah I dont rush in
Mix up the pour I count the slush in
Mix it up, mix it up,
If we gon do it keep it hush
If we gon shoot it say wassup
If you gon loose it do him up
I wont do it unless its perfection
I dont want no mistakes in my section
But if I make some mistakes its a lesson
I wont do it again if it lessens
My potential means more than perfection
It aint that simple theres so much complexion
I got amnesia got no recolection
Im still gon do it theres people Im bestin, bestin, bestin.