Lungs ​potsu (Ft. Ben Beal)

[Chorus]
Another brick wall I can see right through
I was coming up trying to be like you
The brunt of the joke, with his lungs full of smoke
Only need 3 lines, here's a Beal Haiku
Thought I had it all figured out
Should have had it all written down
Once I have the money in hand
I'm never coming back to this town

[Verse 1]
Look what we did, homie
Look what we did
I've been getting ripped way before the Wii Fit
She still playing games, we used to the Miniclip
Poured the juice in the flask, instilling a little sip
Little ghosts stay flying around my bedroom
Hoping the voicеs quit, I'm trying to go to bed soon
Can't show us what the begging will gеt you
I wanna see the world but I don't think I'll ever get to
Black and blue, let the bruise turn grey
I was chosen you gonna rue this day
I used to have a dream but it's faded like the leaves now
There's nothing left to do or say
All I got is this jazz and this knife in my back
This is '97 now and my tank full of gas
See the view from the dash, got my mood in the back
Nothing new, gotta move when I'm losing my laugh