Just like me
I might be you
Rest for a few days
I might turn blue
Rest for a week I might turn green
Rest for one day and I'll be black
Bought a street sweeper like I got plaque
Pulling bristles off the brush
Hand full of cards like I play pluck
Razor blades and a lot of blood
Betterdaze, yo what's up
I been thinking about some stuff
How the f*ck can I be the only one
We come from 23 & One
Read our books and feed us some
Can't talk to our families
This is a calamity
Nothing in our surroundings
But I got a table and a sink
No cup gotta cup my hands to drink
Paste my pages on the lights
Or tear my sheets and tie them tight
Literally I'm out of sight
Down in this hole nobody can find
All my life I've been confined
Sore from the bunk what a sight for eyes
Killers all around me, why
I don't know but I lost my mind
Feel like the walls are closing in
And the doors are never opening
Rats on the floor chewing on my chip
Tattoos of gats poked with a pin
I don't think you wanna where I been
Where the voices scream loud from within
Bedderdaze - 23 & 1 (Remastered) Lyrics
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Just like me
I might be you
Rest for a few days
I might turn blue
Rest for a week I might turn green
Rest for one day and I'll be black
Bought a street sweeper like I got plaque
Pulling bristles off the brush
Hand full of cards like I play pluck
Razor blades and a lot of blood
Betterdaze, yo what's up
I been thinking about some stuff
How the f*ck can I be the only one
We come from 23 & One
Read our books and feed us some
Can't talk to our families
This is a calamity
Nothing in our surroundings
But I got a table and a sink
No cup gotta cup my hands to drink
Paste my pages on the lights
Or tear my sheets and tie them tight
Literally I'm out of sight
Down in this hole nobody can find
All my life I've been confined
Sore from the bunk what a sight for eyes
Killers all around me, why
I don't know but I lost my mind
Feel like the walls are closing in
And the doors are never opening
Rats on the floor chewing on my chip
Tattoos of gats poked with a pin
I don't think you wanna where I been
Where the voices scream loud from within
I might be you
Rest for a few days
I might turn blue
Rest for a week I might turn green
Rest for one day and I'll be black
Bought a street sweeper like I got plaque
Pulling bristles off the brush
Hand full of cards like I play pluck
Razor blades and a lot of blood
Betterdaze, yo what's up
I been thinking about some stuff
How the f*ck can I be the only one
We come from 23 & One
Read our books and feed us some
Can't talk to our families
This is a calamity
Nothing in our surroundings
But I got a table and a sink
No cup gotta cup my hands to drink
Paste my pages on the lights
Or tear my sheets and tie them tight
Literally I'm out of sight
Down in this hole nobody can find
All my life I've been confined
Sore from the bunk what a sight for eyes
Killers all around me, why
I don't know but I lost my mind
Feel like the walls are closing in
And the doors are never opening
Rats on the floor chewing on my chip
Tattoos of gats poked with a pin
I don't think you wanna where I been
Where the voices scream loud from within
Writer: Curtis Morgan
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