22 Lyrics

End of the day know who keeping the score

Cause you cannot cut all the loses, doing that shit going straight to your core

And I might just fuck up the process, doing this shit take me straight to the lord

Stick to myself cause I know that I got it, only way to do this shit man of course

Tell my tale cause I know I'm the one

Cannot fail bitch I gotta go dumb

And this shut ain't fun cause I'm numb but it's fuck it

Cannot run I ain't kicking no buckets

And I tote all my problems, you know that I clutch it like nothing

Doing it on my own no need for public

But that shit won't cut it cause what if I burst

Gift and the curse it be taking the turns

And this shit might burn, but you live and you learn

And momma's been asking what's wrong with the kid and I can't even put it in words

Can't even answer you know that it hurts

But I stick to the plan, get that shit out the dirt

Gonna do it for better or worse, I'm gon be the one that's gon fuck up the curve

I'm going for what I deserve, You think that this that can come out the burbs

And these niggas get on my nerves, tell me again give a fuck what you heard

Tell me again give a fuck what you said, tell me again give a fuck bout a word

Think that we homies you better off dead if you come to my shit then you kicked to the curb

Think that we homies you better move left, cause you bout to be next out you ass in the earth

Ain't been the same since my granny left earth

And I can't even lie that shit stuck in my head, cause I cannot collect, cause you been here from birth

Fuck it all, fuck the world

Recover by buying designers and pearls recover by doing this shit till I hurl

28 deep put my life in a whirl

And I can't help with myself, so what I look like giving out a referral

Spend all the pain that I got on a belt, spend all the money I feel that it helps

End of the day man I can't even tell

But fuck it's better than nothing, doing this shit and it's wishing me well

And fuck it's better than nothing, doing this shit got me saved by the bell

And I'm doing too many somethings, doing this shit I might end up in hell

But I gotta stick to my guns, And I gotta stick to myself

And I gotta stick to my ones, the fuck do I look like by asking for help

End of the day know who keeping the score

Cause you cannot cut all the loses, doing that shit going straight to your core

And I might just fuck up the process, doing this shit take me straight to the lord

Stick to myself cause I know that i got it, only way to do this shit man of course

And I don't even know why I'm stressing I'm acting like I never been here before

And I don't even know why I'm stressing I pour up some shit then I pour up some more

And I don't even know why I'm stressing I roll up some shit then I roll up some more

Off of it soon as I come through the door, doing this shit till I end on the floor