Yea
Little six foot, skinny gap tooth nigga
Invented a sound with his boys
Looking back I never had me a portion
Of course I wanted some you chose to ignore
I got used to loosing closest people to me
People needed me but I need more
Opportunities don't equal out for you
When melanin count is as high as divorced Rates
I wake up early the long way
My thoughts aline in the morning
Clouds looking orange likes it's sorbet
I just want a taste
But don't go away
I don't wanna climb up out the hole today
Even if ya shoulders feeling cold today
Wait, for me