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Keiran kwasi Gournet-Moore
Keiran kwasi Gournet-Moore
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Nothings changed but it all feels different Same old plain cold day when the sun might shine but it doesn't feel warm So I sleep past dawn no peep or yawn Nothings changed but it all feels different Same old plain cold day when the sun might shine but it doesn't feel warm So I sleep past dawn no peep or yawn Getting up late quick wake n bake Mans already late but I ain't got plans I just scroll through hate cause I got no stans But I don't lose face cause I still want fans And I still want bands I just wanna succeed So I plant my seeds and I feed my crops and I bun my trees when I see my opps They don't talk no beef You don't want these problems Dead or in jail I don't want those options So I had to change my actions Now I'm getting different reactions Gyal pree pics n they comment on captions Saying I'm theirs dunno who gassed em Not me I just spit real you should put me in your top 3 Soon be a goat Sheep can't stop me Hopped off the boat so these haters couldn't rock me Got tree Green on a brother like rock lee Top me? You got a better chance with the lottery Bruddas can't mock me Gyally can't lock me Cause I'm smart and I break hearts like pottery Spit fast and I slip past like ninjas Locked doors getting fly kicked off hinges Nothings changed but it all feels different Same old plain cold day when the sun might shine but it doesn't feel warm So I sleep past dawn no peep or yawn Nothings changed but it all feels different Same old plain cold day when the sun might shine but it doesn't feel warm So I sleep past dawn no peep or yawn Getting lit by the river Big buds and liquor Hella trouble for my liver In the struggle with my niggas cause we're really trynna make it But still up on the dayshift grave shift 48 hours for a payslip All for the bailiffs' banks and the government to take it Really its some slave shit face it Stuck up in a cycle Steady trynna break it So much on my mind That my head feels heavy when the grade hits Feeling like a mace hit Or it's feeling like its spice did somebody lace it Taste it, cause this shits bittersweet Still in trouble to my teeth But I'm killin over beats instead of killing in the streets Now I'm polishing my craft I was riding on the wave Then I made a little raft I was falling out of phase, Now I'm back up on my graft, Rookie of the year, First pick on the draft, My determination doubled and my inhibitions halved I been spittin since class probably why I barely passed Writing Barz in detention for an hour and a half They would tell me that I'm hard like rah Can't tell me bout work (na na) Can't tell me bout grind Can't tell me bout hustle Can't tell me bout dirt I been putting in mine Can't tell me bout work (na na) Can't tell me bout grind Can't tell me bout hustle Can't tell me bout hurt I been putting in mine Can't tell me bout work (na na) Can't tell me bout grind Can't talk about bits Can't talk about shifts I been putting in time Nothings changed but it all feels different Same old plain cold day when the sun might shine but it doesn't feel warm So I sleep past dawn no peep or yawn, yeah Nothings changed but it all feels different Same old plain cold day when the sun might shine but it doesn't feel warm So I sleep past dawn no peep or yawn Can't tell me bout work (na na) Can't tell me bout grind Can't tell me bout hustle Can't tell me bout dirt I been putting in mine Can't tell me bout work (na na) Can't tell me bout grind Can't tell me bout hustle Can't tell me bout hurt I been putting in mine Can't tell me bout work (na na) Can't tell me bout grind Can't talk about bits Can't talk about shifts I been putting in time
Writer(s): Keiran Gournet-moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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