Big appetite with a weak stomach
Women , money and fancy car park
Like I said big appetite
I try to stop being loose
I have to grind tight
Let me shed more light
I'm still broke
I don't have money
Looking at my wallet
God am I a joke?
I just stare at my ceiling all day
Well look it's the sun shining
I tell myself I have to make Hay
Everyone asking how're you
What else aside
Aside I'm okay
I'm not trying to make this sad at all
I'm always in my head
And I get the same voice
"You will fall"
I'm here with my ball
Acting like a thug
Yes, I'm hard I don't crack
That's what they think
Meanwhile I just need a hug
I try hard my brain can't afford another rack
Maybe I'm just a log
I'm just trying to be better
Look at all this compositions
I'm not a writer
Always it's me and my demons
You can say I'm a fighter
Points: 83
Reviews: 10
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