LR7

Just look what opinions could do

I hate that frown when I see it on you

We all try to hide hurt

But here I could help you detox

Five minutes, I need five minutes

I know I'm not really him but I'm a spitting image

But a skewed image, and a bruised image

I think I need life advice, like what to do with it

Take me back to my life as an innocent

'Cause this is too hard and I don't know if I could finish it

Even in the dark, I will pray for my enemies

When shit gets hard, we all need some security

Forgiveness is just temporary 'til your use dies

And your commodity is lost

I shufflе through these obituaries

In thе papers, to make sure you battled on

If I see the name, I think I'd lose it, yeah

I knew you before you were going through it, yeah

I know I'm no angel but I'd save you

Every night, I stay up thinking what I could do

On the LRT, I been sound asleep

She calling me moody but I do not want beef

I do not break ties, they just all chintzy

Lately I been pouring up, guess I been thirsty

Muscle car donuts, to all my haters: Hold nuts

Pack this weed into my blunt like it was Subway cold cuts

Off this gin, I don't bust, but I'll still eat up

Leave it hella beat up and she don't use the Visa, just my emotions

I need five minutes

I know I'm not really him but I'm a spitting image

But a skewed image, and a bruised image

I think I need life advice, like what to do with it

Draw the line and I'll abide regardless of my pride

This sacrifice would be worth it

The strings have crossed in my head

My pleasure comes from my mistreatment

I totally lack in my defense

But I hope that you feel that we're even

'Cause I do not feel that we're equal anymore

I can't relate to you anymore

My body is whored out to demons

But I've come to enjoy the feeling

My cup look like purple vitamin water with minerals

Plus I got my windows pouring out with this indo

She want twenty thousand to cop what was in though

Just to buy some jackets in summer, like what snow?

I blow on this Michelin Man, it's gas smoke

This shit on me like three at the lowest, you too low

His wife hit my DM and I thought she was widowed

But I would never answer, no

On the LRT, I been sound asleep

She calling me moody but I do not want beef

I do not break ties, they just all chintzy

Lately I been pouring up, RIP to Pimp C

Muscle car donuts, to all my haters: Hold nuts

Pack this weed into my blunt like it was Subway cold cuts

Off this gin, I don't bust, but I'll still eat up

Leave it hella beat up and she don't use the Visa, just my emotions