Apt 15A Lyrics

Love made my hands

Love had my mom singing i know i can

Love had my dad buying all them too big pants

Every August before school man I love my parents

Love made my skin and my nappy hair

Had a towel around my neck on my daddys chair

Love fucked my fade but that outcome rare

Had my mom tight we drank the juice when she wa'nt there

Love the reason my mom braid too tight

These gotta last two weeks these getting done tonight

My mom think I'm too nice l learned from her

Love got her doing mad shit that get her hurt

Love make me give her grace when she at her worst

My nana took me church with snacks in her purse

And since she passed ion love honey buns no more

Love healed my heart when love had me sore

Love gave me loss love gave me pain

Love made me trust love made me change

Make me deranged, love keep me sane

I lost the love of my life ion think im the same

Love makes me grow

Put a angel in front my eyes to help me let go

I love a girl right now and she love me back

I hope she know that line about her when she hear this track

I think I love myself but I don't know yet

Cuz i rarely pick myself and I don't notice

I love writing raps so much it got me floating

My ancestors love me i know it cuz it I got motion

I pray y'all love this, my heart in this and every written

Pray y'all love shit i say whenever i be spitting

Pray i learned sumn, always put a girl up above me

In hopes that it make her love me, I just wanna love me

Wrote a verse about love and it turn into pain again

I remember the joy i felt senior winter i made it in

To a college endowment billions uncle still in the pen

And my nana was still alive, had my girl was still by my side

I had finally found escape from the torment inside my home

Finally out of the zone finally on my own

And now its now that cap and gown coming around my smile

Is just a cover for anxiety why is we coming down

I cant deal with sadness, the boredom, the questioning

Cant stand The madness Im pouring all ofmy stresses into

The pussy the rum the weed the raps the sleep

I need a chance to recoup i still can't breathe

So please gimme a second

Not tryna learn no more lessons

I wanna write rhymes and never find a profession

Im scared of the future even though I know its bright

Its growth I remember wishing god would to take my life

Im bout to shine so bright