Conversations Tsu Surf (Ft. Joe Budden)
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[Tsu Surf]
Constantly accomplishin' all of these new accomplishments
Sometimes I wake up
And feel like I ain't really accomplished shit
Honestly it's stressful
Thoughts as random as this bitch that I'm next to
I know this conversation probably like pot to kettle
I need your opinion, I could possibly be trippin'
My conclusions all the same, it be like, "Fuck it or Smith'n"
I need logic, I got skeletons in my closet
Won't say I'm tryin' to clean it up, just sort it out
Sharin' with you shit that I thought about
Can't stop dreamin' 'bout
Joe, how I get these demons out?
Voices in my head, I need to scream it out
Man, I did bad things, I ain't proud and I ain't glad things
They was tryna press me, I gave 'em Jordan; that's mad rings
Buncha shit, tell me how you think I should handle it
Or manage it, fuck, I wasn't ready for this camera shit
And grandma's sick, goddamn, man, grandma's sick
Fuck, I'm probably ramblin', shit, here I go ramblin'
[Joe Budden]
Somethin' gotta give with it
You don't get rid of your demons, you learn to live with it
4/5th in the capsule
Painkillers for the nights you get sick with it
Blinders over your eyes, my nigga, shit's vivid
Get livid, shit twisted, it'll happen like a bad disaster
And niggas see you like a battle rapper
But you your own worst enemy, so when you leave Smack you have to have a real battle after
Constantly accomplishin' all of these new accomplishments
Sometimes I wake up
And feel like I ain't really accomplished shit
Honestly it's stressful
Thoughts as random as this bitch that I'm next to
I know this conversation probably like pot to kettle
I need your opinion, I could possibly be trippin'
My conclusions all the same, it be like, "Fuck it or Smith'n"
I need logic, I got skeletons in my closet
Won't say I'm tryin' to clean it up, just sort it out
Sharin' with you shit that I thought about
Can't stop dreamin' 'bout
Joe, how I get these demons out?
Voices in my head, I need to scream it out
Man, I did bad things, I ain't proud and I ain't glad things
They was tryna press me, I gave 'em Jordan; that's mad rings
Buncha shit, tell me how you think I should handle it
Or manage it, fuck, I wasn't ready for this camera shit
And grandma's sick, goddamn, man, grandma's sick
Fuck, I'm probably ramblin', shit, here I go ramblin'
[Joe Budden]
Somethin' gotta give with it
You don't get rid of your demons, you learn to live with it
4/5th in the capsule
Painkillers for the nights you get sick with it
Blinders over your eyes, my nigga, shit's vivid
Get livid, shit twisted, it'll happen like a bad disaster
And niggas see you like a battle rapper
But you your own worst enemy, so when you leave Smack you have to have a real battle after
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