Untitled Song
• Written by ZLA
Mama why you spillin' toxic down your throat?
I swear you said you loved me,
Why do you put this shit above me?
Uh,
Why you provoke me to the point where I must leave out?
I come back - to find the alcoholic cabinet cleaned out,
I dream 'bout -
The kind of life I'll give you when I'm into the industry,
Ever since my infancy I've been wishfully thinkin' -
Picture you sinkin',
You're drinkin' what's drownin' your essence,
I can't help you - but me jottin' in down in a sentence -
Seems to alleviate enough hate to appreciate the slate that you was givin',
You passed it to your children,
Uh,
I gave it back before I lived beside it -
It's in your heart and you can't live without it,
Uh,
I never doubted - you -
In fact I grew to love you more than - more than words can ever explain,
I have self-inflicted - wounds will never heal,
I'm always trippin' off myself - I'm my own Achilles heel,
Think how I feel?
I was young and dumb lackin' the guidance that my peers had,
Decisions that I made were all my own,
When I really think about it I had no time for adolescence,
Broken promises in Christmas presents,
Broken records playin' - circles 'round the vinyl,
We just caught in the spiral of tearin' each other's spinal column,
And all them niggas hatin' on the music I don't blame ya,
We hate to make a change and this the type of shit that change ya,
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ZLA
Member since September 17 2014