My Self

Yeah we made it from the bottom, and we may not see the top

But what I got is what I got, I ain't trynna break the plot

We been 'round lookin with caution, I'm just tryna look for god

Will I take my time, put a couple hours in my rhymes

When I'm on I'm gonna put a couple on my mum

Yeah she deserve it, brand new home and I dreamed that shit perfect

Buried in thoughts, It's time to unearth all the shit that still hurts me

All of the shit be runnin my mind, into the ground i be runnin through mines

Humble demise when I come with rhymes, try da run on the rise

Never devised in mind, why I would be here alive

Just to be here in a rhyme, runnin my spirit around like a record

I wreck it, dissect it and rip it, can't stand at the thought of my own fuckin image

Diminish myself, I should finish myself

A whole fuckin world, all I hear myself

Fuck you and your love, I'll do it myself

 

 

Hook -

the wind shook the kiss from your mouth

before i could learn whose twin i was

your face familiar like a light in the water

just your touch could cure my lonesome blood