Missing Information Lyrics

Silent nights and

A bit of writing

Hope my homies staying honest if I'm trifling

Know they won't though

I be fighting

20 demons by the time that you get frightened

Lemme get a piece

I just need some peace

Guess I'm going for the kill till my weapons cease

Let these bitches know

Let these bitches see

I be on a different mission I be getting cheese

I be on a different script when she taking dick

Writing words in this book that you cannot flip

If you come up with a thesis then I'll send it back

If I'm breaking into pieces could you handle that

Would you be guilty or just build me back up

Feel the heat from all the heathens so I keep the Mac tucked

You know I'm never stressing

In the glove compartment always keep a smith and Wesson

Best way to teach these lessons

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Lately I'm having trouble living

Maybe my ways have always been a pinch too unforgiving

I wake up early mornings and I dream about the vision

I'm punching up the beat at least my ways turned to winning

You teaching me these lessons bout the way I'm coming home

Damn I swear you like the legends only popping when you gone

You be saying what's the move and where you at and what you on

But now every time that we contact

You be missing information don't you read contracts

Drinking liquor like the prohibition

I be sitting with my green shit be mint condition

I guess I want em both

It's like an indecision

My ex bitch just went and hit me for the exhibition

My next bitches want to meet me for the exposition

But I ain't really wanna jump to the start

You be taking out my heart then you take it apart

Damn I know you pocket watching but you state of the art

I'm

Slick with words

Pronouns getting hit with verbs

Slowed down then I hit reverse

Gas pedal to the floor then I hit the curb

These blurbs can't can't kick the urge

Pillow talking when I come you getting silent

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Pillow talking when I leave you getting violent

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6'3 put my feelings on the highest shelf

As I sit in these dorms I feel the ghost up from my former self

And I can't even get the time to relax

Every second I'm alone feel like I'm bout to relapse

I been running round the game doing victory laps

Still I'm feeling all this pain hoping I can spray back

I been manifesting peace up in the brain folds

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Hit the screen pick and roll until the pain go

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6'3 put my weed up on the highest shelf

As I sit in these dorms I feel the ghost up from my former self

Lately I'm having trouble living

Maybe my ways have always been a pinch too unforgiving

I wake up early mornings and I dream about the vision

I'm punching up the beat at least my ways turned to winning

You teaching me these lessons bout the way I'm coming home

Damn I swear you like the legends only popping when you gone

You be saying what's the move and where you at and what you on

But now every time that we contact

You be missing information don't you