[Intro: Elzhi]
Waddup doe
Feeling a little under the weather today
But I had some stuff to get off my chest, you know
Now what I'm about to say to y'all I might had never said to the general public
So y'all gotta hear me yo, feel me
[Verse 1: Elzhi]
I know I might sound like I got a cold and I'm sneezin'
But I'm grown and I'm breathin', hear the tone in my speakin'
Both of my parents gone for a reason
Daddy's wrong just for leaving mother moved on and I'm grievin'
Now spirits above the stones and the demons
She belongs in the teachin' where there's a throne in the kingdom
And deep inside my bones I'm believin' that my poems that I'm reading is the songs to my freedom
But life can be known as deceivin', what I'm shown isn't pleasin'
Makes me wanna throw stones at a deacon in his home when he preaching
See that's Satan making my heart cold as a breeze till it's frozen from freezin'
Gotta get right, I might not make it over this evenin'
'Cause your time period is shorter than breath going from wheezin'
Heard my nigga Tone, he was bleedin' through his clothes
It was leakin' from some chromes that was squeezin'
Then when I'm all alone I be thinkin' I'm against all odds
Prayin' to God to show me the evens
But I'm sick of being poor through the seasons
Smoking dro through the drinking with two hoes through the weekend
Bout to go till I see
Waddup doe
Feeling a little under the weather today
But I had some stuff to get off my chest, you know
Now what I'm about to say to y'all I might had never said to the general public
So y'all gotta hear me yo, feel me
[Verse 1: Elzhi]
I know I might sound like I got a cold and I'm sneezin'
But I'm grown and I'm breathin', hear the tone in my speakin'
Both of my parents gone for a reason
Daddy's wrong just for leaving mother moved on and I'm grievin'
Now spirits above the stones and the demons
She belongs in the teachin' where there's a throne in the kingdom
And deep inside my bones I'm believin' that my poems that I'm reading is the songs to my freedom
But life can be known as deceivin', what I'm shown isn't pleasin'
Makes me wanna throw stones at a deacon in his home when he preaching
See that's Satan making my heart cold as a breeze till it's frozen from freezin'
Gotta get right, I might not make it over this evenin'
'Cause your time period is shorter than breath going from wheezin'
Heard my nigga Tone, he was bleedin' through his clothes
It was leakin' from some chromes that was squeezin'
Then when I'm all alone I be thinkin' I'm against all odds
Prayin' to God to show me the evens
But I'm sick of being poor through the seasons
Smoking dro through the drinking with two hoes through the weekend
Bout to go till I see
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