See Me

• Written by  • Featuring YoGabba

//Verse 1\\ (WMX)
 
Dont measure me by the size of my 6pac measure me by the pressure in my eyes,
Whether you recognize my near demise your my forever so just hear my cries,
if The center of my heart dies now ill die clever but not wise and this is how,
This letter tears me apart how can you heal a broken heart cause im in the dark,
Im scarred so now i depart girl they had complete disregard for my own life,
Should i turn and fight in my time of strife i grab my knife and my Fourty five,
I gotta survive so you may stay alive take my advice cut all ties with me,
My heart is as good as empty im barely standing catching bullets when they attacking,
I stay rapping cause its planning me hanging my lifes flashing i caught a smashing,
Yogabba i shoulda gone into a coma now im strikin like a cobra on a jehovah,
Im a soldier to the core normaly im hardcore but right now im just to tore,
I dont wanna be here anymore but i already swore i cant take no more,
To much gore and accusations of whores so before i pull the trigger,
Gabba pass me some liquor and consider me out of the picture,
 
//Verse 2\\ (Yogabba)
 
I may be a sinner, but don't you think for a second that'll make me a quitter
So before you think about pullin' that trigger, pour another up while I twist this swisher
You just gotta see the bigger picture, life's a bitch at times but I promise it gets clearer
Just don't fall a prisoner to your heart, nigga that shit will only make you bitter
I swear I learned my lesson when he tore my heart out like Jack The Ripper
Now I don't have any problems, whatsoever, cutting people off with just a quick sliver
I don't even recognize myself anymore as I'm lookin' in the mirror, my hearts never been stiffer
With a sinister smile as I hear the whispers, but I pay no mind cause I follow the scriptures
I'll fight the Devil till his fires of hell give me blisters, I won't become one of his prisoners
Just look at the numbers, you ain't the only sucker
I too was a lover of the hustlers, until I realized I'm like no other
Now I'm the one to make them suffer, they tell me their heart hurts like it's been ruptured
And I always make sure they wear a rubber, I'm already a mother baby I don't need another
Just go down and eat it like some gushers, my apologies for being so vulgar
That's just how I get when I blunder, guess what I'm tryna say is pay no mind to these youngsters
Cause with battered hearts like ours, they look like the amateurs
And even though I feel my life's been cursed, I'm far from ready to leave this earth.

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