Tired
• Written by Jsmoov
throwing boulders and separating shoulders
head first slide killed my dreams of being closer
i aint tryna hate on no one
that don't bring ya blessing closer
possess the wisdom only equipped by the olders
take a sharp mind over any gun in the holster
ya see my thoughts are more abstract
word to dexter imma lab rat
forever chase perfection
but i run like im bout to grab that
lay my head down on the east
but heart residing on the west
knock em down like cassius
look around who could be next
i just wanna kick it you could kick it with the rest
foot golden
could be the messi kit thats on my chest
always tell em say less
upper 90, curve nice, they feel neglect
vamp life, no sleep till i got the respect
hear em talking but they lack the subject
up for sunrise and still catch the sunset
i need to see what life got in store for me
curiosity taking over
the daily grind is such a bore for me
i know i'm destined for greatness
so it doesnt matter weather or not you play this
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Jsmoov
Member since November 5 2013