Disneyland Caravan at Butlins Searching for a pretty Pocahontas True say I thought love was always toxic Alcohol to liver man, these drinks made me vomit
And I haven´t seen my jigga Drive benz ’round ends selling keys no tens Lifestyle of conflict, this is not a concept Just being honest, haven´t got the cheat codes Sales down these roads, been days since I been home With friends how I feel alone, para´ thoughts in my dome Thinking I’d be better of if I gave up and left this world You say I ain´t been myself, since days in a police cells Heaven man I live in hell, for money I´mma live in hell, alone And I miss my girl, man I ain´t feeling well Man I wanna off myself, screaming that I love yourself for love I´mma live in hell, I love you, pray you´re doing well
Love you each and every day, more than I love myself
Monday blues, monday blues
Sometimes when I find myself low I look to the skies and pray But there´s no god above me that can take my pain And I cry outright I pray my enemies die
I miss being open, honest with my siblings Too busy squabbling ´bout shit with no meaning Man have missed feeling, and man have missed dreaming Man have missed sleeping without weed Forgot the last time I was creasing, drowning in the deep end
Wheres all the fun gone? Why did the funds stop? Why’ve you’ve got a gun top, bigman better bun shots Why does the fun stop? Why don´t we smile? Man I walk for miles for a draw in the rain To act bored and complain Say it’s on the way, turn the scales on the ways, always the same You just sit and complain, ´bout how you sit and complain I was happy selling Yay, now I´m happy I´m legit Either way I make change Come prepared, well equipped I’ll stick you in your face, pray to god it don´t stick I´m just trynna make change, but money ain´t shit