still alive grouptherapy. (Ft. Jadagrace, SWIM & TJOnline)

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[Verse 1: TJOnline]
I done made it through another year (Yeah)
I should get a plaque, I deserve a trophy (Go)
I'll take silver second, even bronze low-key (Wow)
I kept my head down (Down), I kept my hand soapy (Clean)
I took a couple hits (Prra), more like a barrage (Oh)
Took a deep breath, I sent message to God (God)
And after everythin’, I still made it to my garage (To my garage)
And after everythin', I still made it to my garage

[Chorus: TJOnline]
I'm still alive (Still alive, still alive)
I’m still getting by one way or another
I'm thinkin', maybe I'm
I'm meant for more than a life, just shy of the gutter, I (Still alive)
I'm still alive (Still alive, still alive)
I'm still getting by one way or another
I'm thinkin’, maybe I’m
I'm meant for more than a life, just shy of the gutter, I (Still alive)

[Verse 2: SWIM]
My demons, they are very alive
They just vary in size, from barely my height
To there in the sky, I wear a disguise
Aware of my pride, it’s buried inside, deep (No one can save you but you)
I'm paranoid, eyes open, especially when I sleep
Especially when I ride, now multiply by three
I can feel the divide, it equals: R.I.P
I'm sick of wonderin' if all y’all see
All y'all sleep, all y'all key
I peel the layers back, don't play with that, that's all I be
You can't explain the fact, they hate us blacks but bite our steez
I digress though
2 A.M. in Hollywood, order Obama special
I'm sorta the prime example of fourth quarter Lebron
I'm for sure intertwined with the stars 'n all
But it's dark, a nigga been on a roll, fuck it I'll play the part
Niggas chasin' a goal
I'm just chasin' my heart
Pardon me if I'm too abrasive
I blossom like tulips and keep it true till I meet my maker
A baker no Anita, but I need her like a scholar need a teacher
A daughter need a father, or a choir need a preacher
I require an acquired taste
Inspired to go higher than Mariah on her finest day
I'ma find a way, we gon' make it out, we gon' be okay
We gon' make it out, we gon' be okay
We gon' make it out, we gon' be okay