Tennessee ft. YB Azmir Lyrics

Sum'n so enigmatic

Starin' at T.V. static

With the codes and the keys I'm crackin'

What kinda good am I doin' them rappin'?

Run up my numbers and status

Talk about some who ain't have it

Or talk about girls with daddies

Daddy problems

Some of them layered with sadness

Made up my mind in past tense

But new days bringin' new baggage

Bein' more true than Sav is

A savage

I'm tired of this washed-out acting

This world really turned out ratchet

It's true what they say about madness

You're goin' in circles

You can't be happy

Tying your hands to the back of your mind

But you feel so goddamn tragic

Made up my mind in past tense

Meaning I changed my previous drafting

Roll up some cake in the pape'

And I'm on Cloud-9

I'm a well-known wrapper

You ain't gonna change 'til you out your vices

And pick up a selfless action

Thinkin', "Where is my mind?"

I yell, "Where is their mind?"

To the choir and the preaching pastor

I don't care, you don't care no more

Did my job, so it's not my fault

Fuck a Benz, give me sum'n to smoke

I don't care if it burns my throat

I don't care, I'd rather feel that pain

I know the facts, you don't feel the same

Numb my feels 'til I have no brain

Take the keys, you can have my lane

Yeah

I'm so sick of driving

Rather be a pilot

Smoke one in the clouds

Finally hear the silence

But I don't have no guidance

Still not comin' down

I'm so sick of driving

Rather be a pilot

Smoke one in the clouds

Finally hear the silence

But I don't have no guidance

Still not comin' down

Tell me that you need me

Tell me that you love me

Tell me something new

Baby, how you feelin'?

I'm just in my feelings

Used to being used

Trust me, love is thrilling

Even if I'm fearless

I can't play it cool

Aye

Made up my mind in past tense

Meaning I changed my previous drafting

Roll up some cake in the pape'

And I'm on Cloud-9

I'm a well-known wrapper

You ain't gonna change 'til you out your vices

And pick up a selfless action

Thinkin', "Where is my mind?"

I yell, "Where is their mind?"

To the choir and the preaching pastor