Neglection by TJ Quil Lyrics
[Intro]
You know that 92% of our dreams end up as nothing
So please don't be surprised if you find me with pistols busting
Hold on to my 8% and shoot until there's nothing left
Bottle in my hand yelling imma end up as something
Coz 92% of our dreams amount to nothing
But that causes neglection on her side and that ain't nothing
See I'm just tryna choose before time decides to make choice of it
End up as a champ as I vanquish against these antics
[Verse]
Like 92% of our dreams end up as nothing
Then she says that I'm more than half of hers and she ain't bluffing
She's not even a 10th of the pеople that I've neglеcted
She's in stage 3 neglection, starting to feel relentless
92% of our amount to nothing
Probably more than that, so I seek for a perfect 8
These dreams are perspicuous but they deem 'em ridiculous, you feel me?
I'll trust my gut if that means me neglecting her, you feel me?
I'm just a human, we stupid and that's a fact
In tune with these tunes so I keep on booming and that's a fact
A rose exposed to its foes, using pain as a way of growth
Got my 3rd eye open, I see through a limpid scope
More than 92% of our dreams amount to nothing
So you can't be surprised when you find me with pistols bussing
My metaphoric ones aimed at her heart and at my spirit
She's in stage 5 neglection, feels depressed, I can feel it
You know that 92% of our dreams end up as nothing
So please don't be surprised if you find me with pistols busting
Hold on to my 8% and shoot until there's nothing left
Bottle in my hand yelling imma end up as something
Coz 92% of our dreams amount to nothing
But that causes neglection on her side and that ain't nothing
See I'm just tryna choose before time decides to make choice of it
End up as a champ as I vanquish against these antics
[Verse]
Like 92% of our dreams end up as nothing
Then she says that I'm more than half of hers and she ain't bluffing
She's not even a 10th of the pеople that I've neglеcted
She's in stage 3 neglection, starting to feel relentless
92% of our amount to nothing
Probably more than that, so I seek for a perfect 8
These dreams are perspicuous but they deem 'em ridiculous, you feel me?
I'll trust my gut if that means me neglecting her, you feel me?
I'm just a human, we stupid and that's a fact
In tune with these tunes so I keep on booming and that's a fact
A rose exposed to its foes, using pain as a way of growth
Got my 3rd eye open, I see through a limpid scope
More than 92% of our dreams amount to nothing
So you can't be surprised when you find me with pistols bussing
My metaphoric ones aimed at her heart and at my spirit
She's in stage 5 neglection, feels depressed, I can feel it