Yeah, aware of all exits
Rushing like that blood inside your blood vessels
Hard lessons
Too many times been on too many edges
Got three side bitches, so I need me like four Teslas
My niggas crackin' shells early in the morning like it's breakfast
Told my bitch don't talk when I'm countin' money, no questions
Gettin' in the phase with music, don't care for no suggestions
Ain't a fan of the pills, I move slow when they in my intestines
Last time I felt like this, nobody cared for the kid
Born alone, dying that way too, 'cause the way that I live
I'm always fighting myself whenever I'm alone in the crib
I'm ashin' out back to back blunts like niggas smokin' they cigs
Always looked up to a nigga totin' them Glocks and them Sigs
Didn't even know what science was, but experienced pain at six
Shit wasn't for no kids, nigga, wasn't them kinda Trix
Found me a brown shorty out of all of them white kids
High school was a joke, that's something both of us would really get
Then lost your ass to some screenshot textin' pics
I mean me and you both know it wasn't just them pics that had you officially ending shit
R.I.P. GG, the last piece to remind me of that chick
I know a bitch who can't leave niggas alone after 2 days in
You got too many lies up in your closet, you should own a Lids
Your clique a bunch of squares, when y'all together, you form a grid
Remember was tryn' eat off a rack, like barbecue ribs
Kidney shutting down, got my arms skinny like some twigs
Head spinnin' same way the Disney teacup spins
My demons are like mirrors, they really closer than it appears
They be pulling my strings like they playing violins, nigga
Shorty really just a friend, bitches be thinkin' we cute
Thinkin' that we f*ckin', that we somethin', when we not
But might as well
So that behind at least can be some truth
Y'all bitches be trippin'
Is there a pill in your drink, the f*ck are y'all sippin'?
'Cause then why y'all still linkin' with Kel?
The things I do, I always question if I'll see heaven or hell
Thought I heard a voice before, but like I took an oath to a gang, I really couldn't tell
This some shit I usually keep to myself
But I guess I really haven't been feelin' that well
I've mastered bein' dolo and shit
Shits been gettin' to my head like a caffeine rush from a rebel
Thankful for any dub I catch, my whole life been a fail
Can't even be mad at people for being an atheist
This why I won't be surprised if I get sent to hell like a piece of mail, nigga
Wonder if God forgave me for being lost?
Wonder if he forgave my uncle for the times he whipped up pots?
Heard niggas was sleep, well pull out the sleeping bags and cots
Relate to Roddy Ricch, putting my feelings inside a box
Three different bitches hands feeling on me like I'm a clock
Distracted by fancy things tryn' go Hollywood like Jamie Foxx nigga
Feel good to have a couple bands when you come from bills inside the socks
Most these motherf*ckers birds the way they travel up in flocks
I've been floatin' and chillin' like a boat parked up at a doc
Glad my music ain't treated trendy like a pair of crocs, man
They don't even appreciate none of this shit, nigga
Go 'head and cut it
This shit is Kelz
Kel Mauri - The Detour Pt. II Lyrics
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Yeah, aware of all exits
Rushing like that blood inside your blood vessels
Hard lessons
Too many times been on too many edges
Got three side bitches, so I need me like four Teslas
My niggas crackin' shells early in the morning like it's breakfast
Told my bitch don't talk when I'm countin' money, no questions
Gettin' in the phase with music, don't care for no suggestions
Ain't a fan of the pills, I move slow when they in my intestines
Last time I felt like this, nobody cared for the kid
Born alone, dying that way too, 'cause the way that I live
I'm always fighting myself whenever I'm alone in the crib
I'm ashin' out back to back blunts like niggas smokin' they cigs
Always looked up to a nigga totin' them Glocks and them Sigs
Didn't even know what science was, but experienced pain at six
Shit wasn't for no kids, nigga, wasn't them kinda Trix
Found me a brown shorty out of all of them white kids
High school was a joke, that's something both of us would really get
Then lost your ass to some screenshot textin' pics
I mean me and you both know it wasn't just them pics that had you officially ending shit
R.I.P. GG, the last piece to remind me of that chick
I know a bitch who can't leave niggas alone after 2 days in
You got too many lies up in your closet, you should own a Lids
Your clique a bunch of squares, when y'all together, you form a grid
Remember was tryn' eat off a rack, like barbecue ribs
Kidney shutting down, got my arms skinny like some twigs
Head spinnin' same way the Disney teacup spins
My demons are like mirrors, they really closer than it appears
They be pulling my strings like they playing violins, nigga
Shorty really just a friend, bitches be thinkin' we cute
Thinkin' that we f*ckin', that we somethin', when we not
But might as well
So that behind at least can be some truth
Y'all bitches be trippin'
Is there a pill in your drink, the f*ck are y'all sippin'?
'Cause then why y'all still linkin' with Kel?
The things I do, I always question if I'll see heaven or hell
Thought I heard a voice before, but like I took an oath to a gang, I really couldn't tell
This some shit I usually keep to myself
But I guess I really haven't been feelin' that well
I've mastered bein' dolo and shit
Shits been gettin' to my head like a caffeine rush from a rebel
Thankful for any dub I catch, my whole life been a fail
Can't even be mad at people for being an atheist
This why I won't be surprised if I get sent to hell like a piece of mail, nigga
Wonder if God forgave me for being lost?
Wonder if he forgave my uncle for the times he whipped up pots?
Heard niggas was sleep, well pull out the sleeping bags and cots
Relate to Roddy Ricch, putting my feelings inside a box
Three different bitches hands feeling on me like I'm a clock
Distracted by fancy things tryn' go Hollywood like Jamie Foxx nigga
Feel good to have a couple bands when you come from bills inside the socks
Most these motherf*ckers birds the way they travel up in flocks
I've been floatin' and chillin' like a boat parked up at a doc
Glad my music ain't treated trendy like a pair of crocs, man
They don't even appreciate none of this shit, nigga
Go 'head and cut it
This shit is Kelz
Rushing like that blood inside your blood vessels
Hard lessons
Too many times been on too many edges
Got three side bitches, so I need me like four Teslas
My niggas crackin' shells early in the morning like it's breakfast
Told my bitch don't talk when I'm countin' money, no questions
Gettin' in the phase with music, don't care for no suggestions
Ain't a fan of the pills, I move slow when they in my intestines
Last time I felt like this, nobody cared for the kid
Born alone, dying that way too, 'cause the way that I live
I'm always fighting myself whenever I'm alone in the crib
I'm ashin' out back to back blunts like niggas smokin' they cigs
Always looked up to a nigga totin' them Glocks and them Sigs
Didn't even know what science was, but experienced pain at six
Shit wasn't for no kids, nigga, wasn't them kinda Trix
Found me a brown shorty out of all of them white kids
High school was a joke, that's something both of us would really get
Then lost your ass to some screenshot textin' pics
I mean me and you both know it wasn't just them pics that had you officially ending shit
R.I.P. GG, the last piece to remind me of that chick
I know a bitch who can't leave niggas alone after 2 days in
You got too many lies up in your closet, you should own a Lids
Your clique a bunch of squares, when y'all together, you form a grid
Remember was tryn' eat off a rack, like barbecue ribs
Kidney shutting down, got my arms skinny like some twigs
Head spinnin' same way the Disney teacup spins
My demons are like mirrors, they really closer than it appears
They be pulling my strings like they playing violins, nigga
Shorty really just a friend, bitches be thinkin' we cute
Thinkin' that we f*ckin', that we somethin', when we not
But might as well
So that behind at least can be some truth
Y'all bitches be trippin'
Is there a pill in your drink, the f*ck are y'all sippin'?
'Cause then why y'all still linkin' with Kel?
The things I do, I always question if I'll see heaven or hell
Thought I heard a voice before, but like I took an oath to a gang, I really couldn't tell
This some shit I usually keep to myself
But I guess I really haven't been feelin' that well
I've mastered bein' dolo and shit
Shits been gettin' to my head like a caffeine rush from a rebel
Thankful for any dub I catch, my whole life been a fail
Can't even be mad at people for being an atheist
This why I won't be surprised if I get sent to hell like a piece of mail, nigga
Wonder if God forgave me for being lost?
Wonder if he forgave my uncle for the times he whipped up pots?
Heard niggas was sleep, well pull out the sleeping bags and cots
Relate to Roddy Ricch, putting my feelings inside a box
Three different bitches hands feeling on me like I'm a clock
Distracted by fancy things tryn' go Hollywood like Jamie Foxx nigga
Feel good to have a couple bands when you come from bills inside the socks
Most these motherf*ckers birds the way they travel up in flocks
I've been floatin' and chillin' like a boat parked up at a doc
Glad my music ain't treated trendy like a pair of crocs, man
They don't even appreciate none of this shit, nigga
Go 'head and cut it
This shit is Kelz
Writer: Kelvin Myers
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid