Picture me rollin
In the whip smoking
Keep this bitch cloudy like early mornings in Oakland
This chick had me open
Ended up heart broken
I guess that’s what I get for trusting women mixing potions
With crystals and the stones
We was always getting blown
I guess I should have known cuz she was always on her phone
But I held her down for years
You know how the story goes
Can’t give her a happy home if she’s unhappy in her soul
For me it’s time to go
Like peace, adios
We was talking when I wrote this but by now I’m probably ghost
Shit I used to do the most
Now I’m somewhere on the coast
Blowing smoke out my nose
Middle fingers to them hoes
Ain’t got no time for bullshit while I’m out here getting dough
You was creeping on the low
Now you can pack your bags and go
Shiiit
I still wonder why it happened
I’m a hopeless romantic and it’s oh so tragic.
This music made more enemies than I did friends to keep it real
I suffered more Ls than I did wins fuck how you feel
as the world spins collect my thoughts
devil will start
with distractions leave you in the dark
I'm living through art
change ya life blackman what you striving to be
feelin like it's 96 and all eyes on me
ces burning the herb
I am Fred Hampton with words
I if kill you I am killing Me what kind of master you serve
deal with stress you done had it
seeking success with bad habits
hiding guarding ya status
thinking its showtime like magic
remember you reap what you sew
pay that debt that owe
people die everyday learn ya lessons and grow
it's Mr boss for the win I play no games till the end
steady focused on inns
I see it clear through the lens
and lord knows that we living in sin
In the mean time picture me rollin In that 500 benz
credits
from Songs of Dejection,
released November 4, 2021
Produced by Skip The Mechanic
Written and Performed by Cesill Fielder, Willie Rage & Aye Brook
Mixed and Mastered by Cesill Fielder at Truly Blunted Studios