flight // chest pains Lyrics

Yeah, it's hard to heal when you can't afford it

Hard to get a deal when you ain't recording

Yeah, it's hard to feel when your sense fall

Bro I'm just hoping that I make it to the next morning

Eighteen brews, couple shooters with me

And I'm rocking all new shit

Bro fuck with me, I'm here

Bitch I get high here

Light up and fly here

Yeah she's gonna hide it

If the lights in the side mirror

Bro on a crime spree

We sick with them vibes here

Lost, dog I'm feeling like

Nothing is ever worth it

I been working like, I'm honored

But really I'm fucking hurting

Like, just put me on a shirt

I wanna fuck around and die here

Big wheels, I been riding on big wheels

Bout to set sail

I been drowning in them big feels

Big kicks baby, big body I won't get killed

Really him, made it and they doubt it

Told 'em get real

Really it baby why doubt it

I don't really care

Cruising in my Chevy, I'm pressed

I been going through it

Life is stupid, lost my brother

My focus? I'm about to lose it

Like my daughter and my son

Would be better without a father

I'm too caught up with the trauma

To process or really move

Into a place where I can heal

Bro I'm bleeding, I really need it

Dawg I'm tired of getting ghosted

Whenever I call for treatment

Bro I'm tired of no one calling

Whenever I fucking leave

To try to get this life shit done

Bro I'm done I don't fucking need it

All that bullshit that they with

Trying to write shit but, they shit

Six Indians with the kid

Couple grams, quarter and a zip

Shoutout everybody from the rez

Shoutout all my family and my friends

Shoutout everybody else that's left

All that bullshit that they with

All that bullshit that they with

Chest pains, I got chest pain

Why they talking like they know something

Always got some dollars but

You still able to fold it up

Sipping Folgers out a goblet

Watch the steam roll, I'm Voldemort

I don't give a fuck if it's cold out

Kids ain't with me

So don't ask me why the car stank

One sesh

Me and Jay looking like Cheech and Chong

Forty years later

Probably still be playing Pokemon

Drinking talking shit

Call that man the brown Billy Bob

Know that we been cooking up, like

Neighbors pissed

Bro almost got beat up in the front yard

Cousin hurting

Probably on that bullshit like the rest of us

I put it up

Watch all of the blessings fall like currency

Probably got opinions

But I promise that they heard of me

I'm top notch

Really fucking up but it's a learning curve

Only reason why I'm moving up after the truancy

The truth is here bro all you got to do is

Chest pains, I got chest pain