I Aint sorry and I’ll never be,
Apologies you won’t get those from me,
Shorty said I should work on showing sympathy but, truth is, I’ve worn my heart on my sleeve, I’ve been pleasing everyone, except Me so, Excuse me imma smoke on my weed, spend all this money and I’ll make it in a week, prolly less but you get what I mean,
Listen,
Ima be honest i should prolly move with caution,
I left my friends my fam and climbed into this coffin,
My goal is making something you can get lost in,
I’ve lost it all but got this music so guess I’m doing fine,
Truth is I,
Been losing usually I jus calm the mind with lucid music nowadays only do it through medication,
They calling it abuse but I call it a restoration,
F*ck the truth,
I’ll Tighten the noose,
Instead of face it.
