How I feel

I know that I feel way to high that I spill Raindrops from the sky and I've known that I've tried Just imagine, one day you'll be the one who's asking. For help to no avail. Your health done plummet and crashing, drove like a nail, and then I'm blasting, hocus pocus bad spells. Locked up without any bail, but still wouldn't tell and the fact is that I've given every minute I can spare. Time isn't replaceable and that just isn't fair. But I can't stay in my lane and I might trip on the politicians game. Never fake stay the same. Pulling rank bitch as I focus and aim at a snitch. I know that I feel Way to high that I spill Raindrops from the sky And I've known that I've tried I know that I feel Way to high that I spill Raindrops from the sky And I've known that I've tried I know that I feel Way to high that I spill Blowing back clouds. All about that loud. And I wear it proud . Turn those tricks, face the facts hand me the stack and watch it flip. Bitch knows the quality of a pimp. Look at the story of Rick and Morty and how they came and went. Calling the shorty cause I wanted get faded and bent. Y'all try to catch up and yall nigga's feeling spent. Empty pockets so change the topic because you just paid rent. This music game I've only begun to scratch the service not even a dent. Because to this shit I found meaning while surrounded by worthlessness never felling content. Dealing with bullshit until it becomes intolerant. when they never got the hint. I know that I feel Way to high that I spill Raindrops from the sky And I've known that I've tried I know that I feel Way to high that I spill Raindrops from the sky And I've known that I've tried

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