كلمات اغنية بيغ إس – بيغ إس – بيغ وايڤ

Woke up with the breeze running across my face

Turn on the shower I need to take a cold one

With greasy skin after twelve hours of smoking

And leaving the drapes open

The sun beaming I'm another day older

Two verses better another page closer

Of practice to see your hearse rolling down the avenue

Since you tried to write a verse that's colder

I'm falling apart year round so my persona impersonates October

The only reason I'm winning is my faith

So I stay on my feet and keep lifting my shoulders

When I can barely walk because the girl I love is gone

So I don't know if she'll ever show up

The flow is cold as the hearts of all my exes

So you can't even see my breath when it's snowing

I thought had control of my emotions

But the more I drove past your face on the wall

It caught me off guard and left the back of my hands wet

I'm going through shit I didn't know I was

The only card I have left to pull out from under my sleeve has my heart on it

Rest In Peace to Bertha Johnson

Me and your son just blew a blunt down in Larimer for you

I pray to God for truth because most of these artists are artificial

You really do the shit you say

But really you just tell your favorite parts and skip the larger picture

Your shits like the forehead of the Mona Lisa

I put my city in a frame with all gold leafing

From my fucked up hairline to my addiction

I'm so thankful for all of my flaws and features

All of my issues you won't believe it

Keep away from that fuck shit every day

So my conscience is always clean as a whistle

Because the devil is so deceiving

I told Jerm we're gonna make it out of this mental rut

And fuck it up without a bitch ass label either

And keep my face down on the page

We want truth we don't need your fake ass preaching

I remember huffing ether at flagstaff and got robbed by those crips that beat us

My mom prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed

So I'm just thankful she did

Been Grieving a death for years and all of a sudden my eyelids started leaking

Stomach twisted in a knot

When we buried you I didn't feel shit but now it stings me

I won't leave my city or stop til' they compare my stories to August Wilson scenes

I got clean at Centre Avenue at the church by the Jitney

With a hundred people on the street

The truth depicted nothing really like what you give us

And I do it sleeping

You've been trying too hard for a minute to be somebody different

And that can't be easy

It's never been pretty since I got here

Had a girl crush but her dad smoked crack

I tripped the alarm off hopped on my skateboard

And got far far the fuck out from there

Thank God we found prayer