Four 44's Free Breakfast For Children (Ft. Ghais Guevara)
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[Intro: Hannah Williams]
Do I find it so hard (cut your radio up)
When I know in my heart
I'm letting you down every day
I'm letting you down every day (this shit you ain't ready for)
Why do I keep on running away?
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Check
I apologize
Tossin' and turnin' from the trauma
They record and they pipe it they love the drama
Conquer and divide
I be a puppet to the function
That was placed upon my sistas and my brothas
Stood tall even though the wind tempestuous
The hail stone never hide its hand but I made it look effortless
Sun rays promiscuous, slimed a couple niggas like they Icarus
Bodies on the asphalt, splattered on the concrete, gore everywhere
You could see a nigga’s last thoughts, ew
I check chicken like I'm cookin' up doro wat
Blasian bitch look like Toro y Moi, I brag different
What’s humility to a nigga that ain't never felt luxury
Couldn’t even slit the wrist because of the blunt cutlery
Tried to bring them out those problems, they gon' do what monkeys see
And now we wishin' for justice, speedy recoveries
Why the deathbed the only place for self discovery
Schemin' and the scammin' I grew up with skullduggery
Flirtin' with them sistas who thought they had jokes
But on her knees was the only time she really tongue in cheek
Sheesh, I brag different
Yeah
Do I find it so hard (cut your radio up)
When I know in my heart
I'm letting you down every day
I'm letting you down every day (this shit you ain't ready for)
Why do I keep on running away?
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Check
I apologize
Tossin' and turnin' from the trauma
They record and they pipe it they love the drama
Conquer and divide
I be a puppet to the function
That was placed upon my sistas and my brothas
Stood tall even though the wind tempestuous
The hail stone never hide its hand but I made it look effortless
Sun rays promiscuous, slimed a couple niggas like they Icarus
Bodies on the asphalt, splattered on the concrete, gore everywhere
You could see a nigga’s last thoughts, ew
I check chicken like I'm cookin' up doro wat
Blasian bitch look like Toro y Moi, I brag different
What’s humility to a nigga that ain't never felt luxury
Couldn’t even slit the wrist because of the blunt cutlery
Tried to bring them out those problems, they gon' do what monkeys see
And now we wishin' for justice, speedy recoveries
Why the deathbed the only place for self discovery
Schemin' and the scammin' I grew up with skullduggery
Flirtin' with them sistas who thought they had jokes
But on her knees was the only time she really tongue in cheek
Sheesh, I brag different
Yeah
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