My Last Freeverse by Slick Ross Lyrics
Mayday Mayday, my soul has been crashin
Half a bottle of wine and i ain't even feel plastered
No phone and no home and i dont even feelin hazards
Thnx for the creation but you ain't a father, im a bastard
Does it mean that you made the mistakes or i did?
Most likely me got narcissism down to science
I guess todays the day i need my own fucking plan
No help from my blood line im my own fucking man
And my fuckin aunt thinks she even knows the half of it
When half my life my parents have been keeping secrets from my aunt n' shit
Cuz they dont want her to know that there as bad as they are
But lets move on no need to further "e"-lacerate scars
Lets put some bandages on, and give life a take 2
Only good thing to happen this year, just made up with jaze juce
Sometimes i play the role of the stupid little brother
Sometimes i just need to get hit and move on up to
A better place, an ascension state, if your willing to climb
Stair sets await
Maybe even treasure chests await for those who won't give less than great
Scarred lungs, ive tested fate, surpased those who've tested me
I got love for hard seasons put my coat on with a less than three
I've got so much to gain my crew is almost as needy
Mark my art across the world call it global graffiti
My spray painting wrist is fucking faster than sonic
Its how i been programed check my electronics
Used to push di-dubs, but now im coppin dimies
Y'all can sell, im "cool boy," acronym "C B-eezy"
Im tryna meet Weezy (F. Baby!), and show him what hes missin on
Whichever labels signing Slick Ross is making millions
Bottle and a half of Zinfandel my kidneys fucked up
But ima filter bad to good, sincerely Spizzy's brother
Half a bottle of wine and i ain't even feel plastered
No phone and no home and i dont even feelin hazards
Thnx for the creation but you ain't a father, im a bastard
Does it mean that you made the mistakes or i did?
Most likely me got narcissism down to science
I guess todays the day i need my own fucking plan
No help from my blood line im my own fucking man
And my fuckin aunt thinks she even knows the half of it
When half my life my parents have been keeping secrets from my aunt n' shit
Cuz they dont want her to know that there as bad as they are
But lets move on no need to further "e"-lacerate scars
Lets put some bandages on, and give life a take 2
Only good thing to happen this year, just made up with jaze juce
Sometimes i play the role of the stupid little brother
Sometimes i just need to get hit and move on up to
A better place, an ascension state, if your willing to climb
Stair sets await
Maybe even treasure chests await for those who won't give less than great
Scarred lungs, ive tested fate, surpased those who've tested me
I got love for hard seasons put my coat on with a less than three
I've got so much to gain my crew is almost as needy
Mark my art across the world call it global graffiti
My spray painting wrist is fucking faster than sonic
Its how i been programed check my electronics
Used to push di-dubs, but now im coppin dimies
Y'all can sell, im "cool boy," acronym "C B-eezy"
Im tryna meet Weezy (F. Baby!), and show him what hes missin on
Whichever labels signing Slick Ross is making millions
Bottle and a half of Zinfandel my kidneys fucked up
But ima filter bad to good, sincerely Spizzy's brother