I tried
• Written by YoungJahanner_
Verse 1//
People wonder if I'm shy or just a silent psychotic
locked up in my room with Sonic Boom and Narcotic
I got about 4 dollars in my wallet, weed stuffed in my closet,
a blunt, a lighter and cold hands in my pockets
You know
when the night is lit, pull out a Bruce Banner and light a bit,
"That's quite a bit."
I remember prom night, instead of dancing I was high off like a lost kite
lost in losses and long nights, thong's tight
drive away in a long ride
driving on the wrong side
Damn I miss your smile Ma
Damn it's been a long time
I know Miss. Phillips aint my favourite
and I aint her cup of tea
but she'll hold me down once I leave the room and people talk me down
with there chalky mouth
Hook //
I tried
I've been feeling so blue
I drank
I had more than a few
My mind's fucked up (x2)
Verse 2 //
My minds taking over me, I'm fuckin paranoid
I hate being clumsy, call me Madame Maladroit
I hate the side effects of drugs, I hate to shake
I hate to win, I hate to lose, I hate to play
I hate to eat, chucked out the food
I ate the plate,
I hate to speak, I hate to love, I love to hate
I aint got no self confidence
cough out thoughts and compliments
confess for a consequence and complicate the obvious
this aint the type of shit wavy on that one hit rapper
There's two types of people, Mumblers and Hunnit rappers
I question my work when some bitch gives shitty feedback
I took you in when you were broke
I fed you, you aint gon feed back?
My minds on overflow
L's on my track, packed on overload
Overdosing my ass like coke is homeo
Papa parenting, solo tho
We were never that close
but once he threw me out I missed him fuckin grandiose
He hate my dog, he hate my man, my man my romeo
"Then why'd I catch you with Diane's boy, Tonio?"
I wonder if it's worth dreaming like pan
frolicking in fields, skippin in meadows
Dealing, head low, bricks like lego
I used to wake up with a smile, now I wake with weed on my bed
Look in the mirror just to see a person turning dead
I've started thinking out loud
Started talking to my dead homie, Jordan
This crack make me feel like Paranorman
I'm anything but normal
Hook//
I tried
I've been feeling so blue
I drank
I had more than a few
My mind's fucked up (x4)
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YoungJahanner_
Member since January 22 2017