Slopes of Passion

Duration

3:01

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Go ahead, take a deep breath Let me tell u where my life's at right now A short glimpse of reality struck by mortality and mental brutality My only homie's music I have no real friends Only thing they did was fuck my life til the very end Yes i have plenty acquantinces But they have no say or role or part take in this My only homie's music I have no real friends Only thing they did was fuck my life til the very end My only homie's music My only homie's music Fuck a friend Verse One I can last eternal without a right hand man I remember last year shakin every right hand Down the hallway, smilin, without pain, wildin Big timin', messin round with honeys, all of them replyin Notown spade, crew lookin the flyest So much respect, and they thoughts weren't biased Now my thoughts clutter with nervousness Low self esteem, my left and right balances They're all fucked up. Can't stand straight Wish i could start all over as a blank slate. that would be great Senior prom rollin thru whos gonna be my date? I've made a big mistake, wish i could move. New country, new thoughts, new rules. With my new knowledge, experiment rap through college. That seeks as my new plan. a better plan. audodidactic band. keepin touch with just my fam. or better yet no one, just to prove i succeeded everything i have with no one That'll show them. I have so much to prove, so much to gain from what i lose on a day to day basis, lets face it If i don't start thinking plus then my fuckin aim is Losing its course making me feel not shameless Fuck famous, i wanna be stainless These are my thoughts, as honest as can be ignited my soul, that simply Now my thoughts are cold, as frozen as can be Put out my soul, that quickely This isnt a mark on quote friends or hateness These are my emotions interwined with pure greatness All I need is board full of keys