8StillGotIt - Old Tears Lyrics

It all started in the summer
And it hit me like a breeze
Now we've made it to the winter
And I'm hoping we don't freeze

I'ma run, till I can't no more
Count me off like 3, 2, 1
Then detonate like 8 done blowed
Swear that won't the case when we was watching paychecks come and go
Half my checks still going towards a crib that I can't call a home
I'd rather be in this bitch alone
Break my bones with sticks and stones
Mocha frappe her pigment tone
Take yo time, but the time you take is most precious, we won't be here long
I was on that grind, couldn't see progression till I checked my phone and seen the ones I thought didn't give a f*ck claim this they favorite song
I guess that's how it goes huh?
Seem like they ain't show up till they knew I'd let them hold some
4 AM, I'm up and you know it's bad when I ain't smoke none
Told bro, f*ck moving back to the city, I'm trying to take over one

Turn up the volume on my headphone
I'm not as dumb as you think, but I find it more helpful to me if I play along
I wasn't running the streets, I was writing, not knowing that I'd get a bag from it
I put my feelings on front street, seem not to matter no more
When the trash coming?
Oh yeah
Know that I started off strong
I'm still going hard
This shit for the whole year
Bust down a gar in my car
I'm landing on Mars
I don't see a soul here
The task I was given was large, but I beat the odds and still dropping old tears
Hate when my feelings involved, it's rarely resolved and truthfully no one cares
They sell my pain in a bottle
Most people know it is vodka
Living with problems of life as a toddler is why I'm a little alcoholic
ADHD can't stay on topic
I've been the underdog way too long, gotta win, now they label him cocky
If it's morally right, then I'm locked on sights
You mad, come do something about it
Apology letter to mama, I knew moving back'd bring nothing but drama
I was high, me and GTMRokka
Waist deep in a tub full of liquor so I'll feel something when I start drowning
And everything bigger in Texas, I'll blitz off the end like Jadavion Clowney
I still love you
I still trust you
Somebody tell me where she at
In return I'll hundred ball spot you
I don't wanna hurt you
Much less rush you
It's always been one of my fears for us to end up like mama and papa

I'ma run, till I can't no more
Count me off like 3, 2, 1
Then detonate like 8 done blowed
Swear that won't the case when we was watching paychecks come and go
Half my checks still going towards a crib that I can't call a home
I'd rather be in this bitch alone
Break my bones with sticks and stones
Mocha frappe her pigment tone
Take your time but the time you take most precious
We won't be here long
I was on that grind, couldn't see progression till I checked my phone and seen the ones I thought didn't give a f*ck, claim this they favorite song
Guess that's how it goes huh?
Seem like they ain't show up till they knew I'd let them hold some
4am I'm up, you know it's bad when I ain't smoke none
Told bro f*ck moving back to the city
I'm tryna take over one

Turn up the volume my headphone
I'm not as dumb as you think but I find it more helpful to me if I play along
I wasn't running the streets, I was writing
Not knowing that i'd get it bag from it
I put my feelings on front street, seem not to matter no more
When the trash coming?
Oh yeah
Know that I started off strong
I'm still going hard
This shit for the whole year
Bust down a gar in my car
I'm landing on Mars
I don't see a soul here
The task I was given was large but I beat the odds and still dropping old tears
Hate when my feelings involved
It's rarely resolved
And truthfully no one cares

We chasing our dreams bruh we don't really give a f*ck bruh we're doing different shit
And for any nigga that's just looking at us like we weird bro or anything I got one thing to say bruh
F*ck ya
F*ck ya