Memoirs

[Verse] Man I'm sick of this, man I’m upset Can't find confidence to post, so no love yet Ain't my fault I’ve mastered the way of the fuckhead Fuck this, get me fucked up, end up feeling felled and like I can't trust love “You were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!” Hit the skids as he pins it round the corner coz he heard ‘call the cops' He'll fight until he feels the war is won But for now, it's headphones on the bus for four more blocks, (uh) Style is crazy wild, amazing I hear them cry like babies Flick the spliff, I could fill a file up with pages Every line writ upon, stained my name in the game for the ages I blame the age on the want of a vacation Missing days of Beyblades and PlayStation Pain-staking, but I wouldn't change stations, or trade places I love this like.. yow, yah... Man to me this shit is a safe haven Let's take a gaze at the state of the art Probably lit in fake chains, faded, if that's the case, I’mma stay in the dark Those faded’ll fade like the paint on my car You won't get your fill like there’s no space at the bar Tons of stuff I learnt the basics for, but never stuck with Rap's a slut but that bitch is the one I put my trust in My shit ain't big enough to be the only one she fucks with So she whores around, reminding me that she just can't be trusted Wanna cut sick; duck barricades, chronic haze in the air I just might rap for days Luminary bruz, don’t forget the rappers name Backstabbers caught out in the mirror the way they cracking face I think my brain might be slightly decayed from inhalation All the smoke down my throat, in my lungs, fucking over my respiration Dedication to blazing weed and making beats I'd be skitzo or dead with 6 amazing feats Take a second, just wait a second Felt a wave of relief, coz hell visited Left and said that he would be back Bruz: I'm over trying to D, damn! Hard to trust and, I know my heart is hard to suss Yeah I kinda treat my house just like a party bus I know the drugs can hold me close Like how I used to know my father's hugs I'm way gone, it's never far enough I'm jumpy like the way my car is started up I've pardoned love, I reckon that I've given my heart enough I keep it a hundred but I don't realise my days are numbered All of the pain and suffering's made me hate the way I loved this Save for one thing, the way I approach and face a sentence Instead of put the work in, it's more like face all the pressures I know I bless a beat whenever I can make the effort So I compose it, myself and then take away the stresses