Blacked Out

Philip Newell

Just a young boy
From an old city
Raised by a fake nun
And a cold hippie
Life's a bitch when you tell her whatcha want
But I got her like Chris, lookin' up, screaming
"Don't hit me!"

It's how that shit goes when you got a lot of goals
And not a lot of roads to walk down
Had to figure out how to get my own
Take what I want, never lookin' for a cop out
Attitude so fresh, unmatched confidence
Could of sworn that I had my cock out
Gotcha beggin' on your knees, if I turn just right
Then you just might get knocked out

Bitches try to shame me
Play me, use my kids as a game piece
Snitch tried to blame me
Frame me, wasn't even there to fuckin' face me
Once I left my hometown, that Motown
Really saw the whole picture
It's just overdose and comatose
Lie to cope, then just soak it all in liquor
I used to sleep on sofas
Drink my way through King Cobras
And know that in the morning, prolly wake up
Do it all over and over
They say that I'm resilient
That I could be worth millions
Thank you for the opinions
But I think y'all misspelled "billions"

That's how that shit goes
When you ain't got a home
And ain't got a soul
'Cause it tapped out
Had to figure out how to be alone
Can't find my heart, must of lost it when I blacked out
Attitude on flex, only sleep when I'm dead
Could of sworn that ya boy was cracked out
I ain't ready to leave, naw, just waitin' for my cash out

Keep my flow like my gun
It's automatic
Peep the show inside my head
Yeah, it's tragic
So cold
You know...

That's how that shit goes when you play a lot of roles
And dig a lot of holes from the top down
Got dirt on your clothes, and blood on your nose
'Cause you fought back up to the top now
Attitude unchecked, absolute prominence
Can't afford to take my time now
Everybody say cheese, except for you, and you, and you
'Cause you're gonna get cropped out

Don't trust nobody but me, I'm sorry
Got love for nobody but me, I'm sorry
Everybody out here playin' real dumb, gettin' stuck in they feelings
Ain't got time, but when I speak mine you fuckin' with the realest
Don't trust nobody but me, I'm sorry
Got love for nobody but me, I'm sorry
Everybody out here playin' real dumb, gettin' stuck in they feelings
Ain't got time, but when I speak mine you fuckin' with the realest

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Blacked Out

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