Testo LR7 - nevrfall, Branwen

LR7

Just look what opinions could do
I hate that frown when I see it on you
We all try to hide hurt
But here Ill help u detox
5 minutes I need 5 minutes
I know Im not really him but im a spitting image
But a skewed image
And a bruised image
I think I need life advice like what to do with it uh
Take me back to my life as an innocent
Cause this is too hard and I dont know if I could finish it
Even in the dark I will pray for my enemies
When shit gets hard we all need some security
Forgivness
Is just temporary till ur use dies
And ur commodity is lost
I shuffle thru these obituaris
In the papers to make sur u battled on
If I see the name I think id lose it yea
I knew u before u were going thru it yea
I know im no angel but id save u
Every night i stay up thinking what I could do
On the LRT
I been sound asleep
She Calling me moody
But I do not want beef
I do not break ties
They just all chincey
Lately I been pouring up
Guess I been thirsty
Muscle car donuts
To All my haters hold nuts
Pack this weed into my blunt
Like it was subway cold cuts
Off this gin I dont bust
But I’ll still eat up
Leave it hella beat up
And she dont use the visa just my emotions
5 minutes I need 5 minutes
I know Im not really him but im a spitting image
But a skewed image
And a bruised image
I think I need life advice like what to do with it uh
Draw ill line
And ill abide regardless
Of my pride
This sacrifice would be worth it
The strings have crossed in my head
My pleasure comes from my mistreatment
I totally lack in my defense
But I hope u feel that were even
Cause I do not feel that were equal anymore
I can’t relate to u anymore
My body is whored out to demons
But Ive come to enjoy feeling
My cup look like purple vitamin water with minerals
Plus I got my windows pouring out with this indo
She want 20 thousand to cop what was in though
Just to buy some jackets in summer like what snow
I blow on this Michelin man its gas smoke
This shit on me like 3 at the lowest u too low
His wife hit my dm and I thought she was widowed
I never would answer I just open when work slow
On the LRT
I been sound asleep
She Calling me moody
But I do not want beef
I do not break ties
They just all chincey
Lately I been pouring up
Rip to pimp c
Muscle car donuts
To All my haters hold nuts
Pack this weed into my blunt
Like it was subway cold cuts
Off this gin I dont bust
But I’ll still eat up
Leave it hella beat up
And she dont use the visa just my emotions