(Talking)
Man I feel it
Man I feel it
Yeah I feel it
So I'm gonna get into who the realist
No reused bars
Im structured for greatness
People on yo way see a lot of faces
How many faces helped you to yo place then
That's how you determine who hand gets a help'n
I use to help willingly
Should have thought more critically
Spiritually
Mentally
Drained all from me
People look at me, who left you on yo lonely
Physically not out
So I can't pout I ain't dead
Wake up in the morning realized I'm a blessed man
Praying for my brothers behind bars for some tree
Praying for my sisters I never see and never met
Praying to the people who realized what they left
(Talking)
Girl to be a man you have to give him time see
You always wanna know what happed with the last queen
But you don't wanna know how all that affects him
You talk my head off cuz you know I'm listening (Say it all back)
I introduced you to my friends and know you're twinning
If I ruined your life why do you care to speak on me?
All we do is argue and we rarely agree
Yeah I don't want you all in my texts
If you need me you try to call me collect
I don't want You to remember me how we met
Surprise pop up whatever come with respect
Keep it check
Just do it
50 cent with the vest
Get rich or die tryin
That's cream at its best
Pussy money some think power up next
Smells like you had a bowl of the first on yo list (Uhggg)
(Talking)
You wanna be gangsta
Yeah you in that Benz
Shining too bright a rival makes you a end
Now the regrets
You left
All your sins
Yo daughters get handed a shirt
Tears begin
Love of yo life starts seeing one of ya friends
Now she happy she has a family again
Mother can't live with yo choices broken heart
Father to the bottle
Crash the push to start
(Woah)
Godda park
Godda rewind that start
He was lost
When you were lost
He followed you in the dark
I guess thats the cost of being a f*ckin boss
Mother looks up in the sky
What more will happiness cost
I lost more men than a slaver trading for salt
Dad son and heart
Sun splits the clouds apart
Through it god said they good
It's all a work of art
(Talking)
Myke Dubosh - Perspectives Lyrics
Myke Dubosh - Perspectives Lyrics
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(Talking)
Man I feel it
Man I feel it
Yeah I feel it
So I'm gonna get into who the realist
No reused bars
Im structured for greatness
People on yo way see a lot of faces
How many faces helped you to yo place then
That's how you determine who hand gets a help'n
I use to help willingly
Should have thought more critically
Spiritually
Mentally
Drained all from me
People look at me, who left you on yo lonely
Physically not out
So I can't pout I ain't dead
Wake up in the morning realized I'm a blessed man
Praying for my brothers behind bars for some tree
Praying for my sisters I never see and never met
Praying to the people who realized what they left
(Talking)
Girl to be a man you have to give him time see
You always wanna know what happed with the last queen
But you don't wanna know how all that affects him
You talk my head off cuz you know I'm listening (Say it all back)
I introduced you to my friends and know you're twinning
If I ruined your life why do you care to speak on me?
All we do is argue and we rarely agree
Yeah I don't want you all in my texts
If you need me you try to call me collect
I don't want You to remember me how we met
Surprise pop up whatever come with respect
Keep it check
Just do it
50 cent with the vest
Get rich or die tryin
That's cream at its best
Pussy money some think power up next
Smells like you had a bowl of the first on yo list (Uhggg)
(Talking)
You wanna be gangsta
Yeah you in that Benz
Shining too bright a rival makes you a end
Now the regrets
You left
All your sins
Yo daughters get handed a shirt
Tears begin
Love of yo life starts seeing one of ya friends
Now she happy she has a family again
Mother can't live with yo choices broken heart
Father to the bottle
Crash the push to start
(Woah)
Godda park
Godda rewind that start
He was lost
When you were lost
He followed you in the dark
I guess thats the cost of being a f*ckin boss
Mother looks up in the sky
What more will happiness cost
I lost more men than a slaver trading for salt
Dad son and heart
Sun splits the clouds apart
Through it god said they good
It's all a work of art
(Talking)
Man I feel it
Man I feel it
Yeah I feel it
So I'm gonna get into who the realist
No reused bars
Im structured for greatness
People on yo way see a lot of faces
How many faces helped you to yo place then
That's how you determine who hand gets a help'n
I use to help willingly
Should have thought more critically
Spiritually
Mentally
Drained all from me
People look at me, who left you on yo lonely
Physically not out
So I can't pout I ain't dead
Wake up in the morning realized I'm a blessed man
Praying for my brothers behind bars for some tree
Praying for my sisters I never see and never met
Praying to the people who realized what they left
(Talking)
Girl to be a man you have to give him time see
You always wanna know what happed with the last queen
But you don't wanna know how all that affects him
You talk my head off cuz you know I'm listening (Say it all back)
I introduced you to my friends and know you're twinning
If I ruined your life why do you care to speak on me?
All we do is argue and we rarely agree
Yeah I don't want you all in my texts
If you need me you try to call me collect
I don't want You to remember me how we met
Surprise pop up whatever come with respect
Keep it check
Just do it
50 cent with the vest
Get rich or die tryin
That's cream at its best
Pussy money some think power up next
Smells like you had a bowl of the first on yo list (Uhggg)
(Talking)
You wanna be gangsta
Yeah you in that Benz
Shining too bright a rival makes you a end
Now the regrets
You left
All your sins
Yo daughters get handed a shirt
Tears begin
Love of yo life starts seeing one of ya friends
Now she happy she has a family again
Mother can't live with yo choices broken heart
Father to the bottle
Crash the push to start
(Woah)
Godda park
Godda rewind that start
He was lost
When you were lost
He followed you in the dark
I guess thats the cost of being a f*ckin boss
Mother looks up in the sky
What more will happiness cost
I lost more men than a slaver trading for salt
Dad son and heart
Sun splits the clouds apart
Through it god said they good
It's all a work of art
(Talking)
Writer: Mychal Robinson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid