Lyrics

Under pressure, SORROW, the rap professa
The one they go, 970
Advice on how flow betta
This ain't cockiness its confidence
I'm the best at this rap shit its truly obvious
I don't be popping shit
Said in a few tracks I get the choppa lit
That was some rap cap, SORROW keeping no strap
On my Lil Tecca, wanna sound hard rapping bout crap
Lemme keep this one true to my soul, fuckin' no cap
Goddamn, all the days filled of haze in my brain
Self-loathing on the daily, my energy feelin' drained
I gotta stay alive, keep rapping and change the game
SORROW said too many times he's getting sober in life
But steady puffin on zootiez, blow exotic all night
Feel my anxiety rising when I don't have a light
A jay, blunt, cart, whatever I'm seeing in sight
Used to be, work, school, 24/7, I'm fried
But I'm employee of the month and grades are doin fine
They call that functional stoner, that may not be a lie
I call it drug addiction
And I hate telling my conscience that I'm right
Goddamn, you feel my vibe
Eerbody got a vice
Lemme push through my shitty thoughts, change my fuckin' life
Start chiefing less and less, fixing my sleepless nights
Mental health slowly improving, reaching a brand new height
Bitch I hope I'm fuckin' right, ugh
I hope I'm fuckin' right
Can I be fuckin' right tonight?
I hope I'm fuckin' right
Can I be fuckin' right?
I hope I'm fuckin' right
Right, uh, Right
Right, uh, Right
Haha
I hope I'm fuckin' right
Can I be fuckin' right tonight?
I hope I'm fuckin' right
Can I be fuckin' right?
I hope I'm fuckin' right
Right, uh, Right
Right, uh, Right
Haha
My girl is all I need to keep me feelin sane
She saved my life, I love my baby, forever we stay together
Imma always try to find you, through sunshine or rain
I'll never be the same since I met her
My AVA
She understand my emotions more than myself
I'll trust her forever, way more than anyone else
Because
She is the female version of me
We're perfectly imperfect you see, uh
True thoughts coming from a broken mind
Time need to slow down, feel like I'm runnin outta mines
Bad habits, I gotta un-practice to be a better man
Nowadays I understand
But nobody recommend that
You rap about that real shit
Talk about the bitches, money, how you tryna kill shit
But I'm on my Earl Sweatshirt not no P Drizzy
A broke depressed boy, I do not keep a lil Milli
Bumping SORROWSOUL thru the city bitch
I hope I'm fuckin' right
Can I be fuckin' right tonight?
I hope I'm fuckin' right
Can I be fuckin' right?
I hope I'm fuckin' right
Right, uh, Right
Right, uh, Right
I hope I'm fuckin' right
Can I be fuckin' right tonight?
I hope I'm fuckin' right
Can I be fuckin' right?
I hope I'm fuckin' right
Right, uh, Right
Right, uh, Right
Written by: Kepuha James Quinene
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