LR7 - nevrfall, Branwen

Just look what opinions could do

I hate that frown when I see it on you

We all try to hide hurt

But here Ill help u detox

5 minutes I need 5 minutes

I know Im not really him but im a spitting image

But a skewed image

And a bruised image

I think I need life advice like what to do with it uh

Take me back to my life as an innocent

Cause this is too hard and I dont know if I could finish it

Even in the dark I will pray for my enemies

When shit gets hard we all need some security

Forgivness

Is just temporary till ur use dies

And ur commodity is lost

I shuffle thru these obituaris

In the papers to make sur u battled on

If I see the name I think id lose it yea

I knew u before u were going thru it yea

I know im no angel but id save u

Every night i stay up thinking what I could do

On the LRT

I been sound asleep

She Calling me moody

But I do not want beef

I do not break ties

They just all chincey

Lately I been pouring up

Guess I been thirsty

Muscle car donuts

To All my haters hold nuts

Pack this weed into my blunt

Like it was subway cold cuts

Off this gin I dont bust

But I’ll still eat up

Leave it hella beat up

And she dont use the visa just my emotions

5 minutes I need 5 minutes

I know Im not really him but im a spitting image

But a skewed image

And a bruised image

I think I need life advice like what to do with it uh

Draw ill line

And ill abide regardless

Of my pride

This sacrifice would be worth it

The strings have crossed in my head

My pleasure comes from my mistreatment

I totally lack in my defense

But I hope u feel that were even

Cause I do not feel that were equal anymore

I can’t relate to u anymore

My body is whored out to demons

But Ive come to enjoy feeling

My cup look like purple vitamin water with minerals

Plus I got my windows pouring out with this indo

She want 20 thousand to cop what was in though

Just to buy some jackets in summer like what snow

I blow on this Michelin man its gas smoke

This shit on me like 3 at the lowest u too low

His wife hit my dm and I thought she was widowed

I never would answer I just open when work slow

On the LRT

I been sound asleep

She Calling me moody

But I do not want beef

I do not break ties

They just all chincey

Lately I been pouring up

Rip to pimp c

Muscle car donuts

To All my haters hold nuts

Pack this weed into my blunt

Like it was subway cold cuts

Off this gin I dont bust

But I’ll still eat up

Leave it hella beat up

And she dont use the visa just my emotions