Loose Ends by T Wally Lyrics
[Chorus]
I don’t where this starts or it fucking ends, from the small time I’m just trying to make it big
All this shit on my mind flowing from my pen, rapping from the heart tying up these loose ends
[Verse 1: T Wally]
They used to laugh at me they used to call me names saying I ain't black enough but if your hood it’s all the same
Fuck ya expectations, I’m just doing me making all these dope raps that I still release for free
Still the same nerdy kid from the 8th grade, watching cartoons playing video games
Fuck her missionary, I’m switching up positions killing all these non believers like the Spanish inquisition
Breaking down these walls, atheistic claims fallin to the wayside directly correlates to fame
Or really does it though? I’m trying to find out, hit the mic hard dawg catch me wild n out
You looking pouty girl I think you need a time-out, reverse the situation now I’m taking off ya blouse
We can stand and shout, or we can work it out these dimes weighing heavy on my mind like a british pound
[Chorus]
I don’t where this starts or it fucking ends, from the small time I’m just trying to make it big
All this shit on my mind flowing from my pen, rapping from the heart tying up these loose ends
[Verse 2: T Wally]
I’m crushing on this chick, but she ain’t feeling me intentions never made clear same shit different year
Yeah, and she never picking up the phone doesn’t even text me back so I’m feeling all alone
In my cudi zone, so you know I’m faded drink until I blackout emotions like an elevator
Uh, still suspended in a free fall mixing all this liquor with 30 tablets of Tylenol
Dark thoughts fill my mind, obsidian…burning all these trees smoking in viridian
Snapback flipped around call me ask ketchum, I’m a star grab a map better check the legend
Uh, and check the logo on my fucking hat, no bullshit I’ll put ya on some real rap
Eyes glazed, so paid, rocking new shades…cover up my eyes even on them cloudy days
I don’t where this starts or it fucking ends, from the small time I’m just trying to make it big
All this shit on my mind flowing from my pen, rapping from the heart tying up these loose ends
[Verse 1: T Wally]
They used to laugh at me they used to call me names saying I ain't black enough but if your hood it’s all the same
Fuck ya expectations, I’m just doing me making all these dope raps that I still release for free
Still the same nerdy kid from the 8th grade, watching cartoons playing video games
Fuck her missionary, I’m switching up positions killing all these non believers like the Spanish inquisition
Breaking down these walls, atheistic claims fallin to the wayside directly correlates to fame
Or really does it though? I’m trying to find out, hit the mic hard dawg catch me wild n out
You looking pouty girl I think you need a time-out, reverse the situation now I’m taking off ya blouse
We can stand and shout, or we can work it out these dimes weighing heavy on my mind like a british pound
[Chorus]
I don’t where this starts or it fucking ends, from the small time I’m just trying to make it big
All this shit on my mind flowing from my pen, rapping from the heart tying up these loose ends
[Verse 2: T Wally]
I’m crushing on this chick, but she ain’t feeling me intentions never made clear same shit different year
Yeah, and she never picking up the phone doesn’t even text me back so I’m feeling all alone
In my cudi zone, so you know I’m faded drink until I blackout emotions like an elevator
Uh, still suspended in a free fall mixing all this liquor with 30 tablets of Tylenol
Dark thoughts fill my mind, obsidian…burning all these trees smoking in viridian
Snapback flipped around call me ask ketchum, I’m a star grab a map better check the legend
Uh, and check the logo on my fucking hat, no bullshit I’ll put ya on some real rap
Eyes glazed, so paid, rocking new shades…cover up my eyes even on them cloudy days