Be bold if you can
Try not to let it figure
Don't let this summery day
Morph into winter
We can bring our love to it
And not feel the pressure
Don't care what the others may say
We're rolling together

Promise me you'll be

The cheerleader of me

Ahhhh you know it's the answer
Oooohhhh when you're trying not to not to dance
Ahhh this is not the answer
Oooh let me dance
To the knocking on the walls

Try to put a lid on us

To squeeze out our emotions
Hauled up in a small dark room
One behind the other
Morning turned to afternoon
Our spirit we gathered
Numbers are a powerful thing

To show we're together

You can never be
This version only me

Hey all you
wannabe
girls

Who don't stand together
Move with your
energy

And make something better
Hold up your hands with me

And hold on forever
Power to you

If you do what you treasure

Looking to the moon at night
Getting used to used to being alone
Picture you by my side
Somebody that I don't know
I still miss your twisted heart

It feels like I'm coming round
Didn't I know it was wrong
The more that I long to sleep
The more I keep hearing your songs
And I still miss your twisted heart

I don't know how this will end
I made myself so hard to please
Made mistakes I know I did
I had my bad luck on repeat

Let you back into my life
Now I really wish you were gone
There is no real surprise
When I've been under so long
And I still miss your twisted heart

Truth be told this rap game is mundane
as public education, where they dumb the babies,

and the teachers play around, with the future of a god forsaken nation
I know, don’t nobody wanna hear about that,
they rather I close a book and take it back to the trap
I know I’m playin with danger, got me feelin like baby Jesus in the manger
so I make bangers to get them devils up off me
kill em slow, mastered my craft this life fell like I done lived it before
so how i end up at the liquor store again
playin with temptation and it always win in the end
then i end up thinking about the women i players and shoulda did better
its a cold world when karma come around, now I’m mobbing the streets in this weather with a thin sweaterHow you feel about it/ how you feel about her
Gotta let her know 2xI promise I’m in tune, ya’ll the ones trippin
I drop jewel for the goons and the ones living
addicted to that silver spoon out there in the suburbs
where the grass is always green, not the lawn the herb
the ones who realize silence is consent
and honest bout the politics within
the land of the free been thuggin
how u think they at the top
and every pastor got himself a BenzWhere the passion where the struggle where yo story at
where to hustle where yo grind where yo money at?
did u pay dues or did ya let ya self get used for propaganda to guarantee u don’t lose
so many questions, not enough time to answer
is it really a choice tween broke and buying a phantom
not for the kids in the ghetto
down the street from the kids learning cello
wondering where what they eat tonight
too many syrup sandwiches ya’ll think and why they aint thinking right.