Keep Writing Lyrics

Forgive me for everything I've done in my past

But Lord knows I've grown

I never wanna come last, I'll be coming home

This is my story

No 'mount of 'pologies can take back what I did

No 'mount of 'pologies can take back what I said, uh

If I said it then I meant it, better not ever regret it

Well dead it cause I said it and it's forever embedded

Two tone, birthstone, Dom Perignon

Nothing fills the gaping void that's left now that you're gone

I'm venting all these feelings just to make a rapping song

It made me realize that maybe I'm actually wrong, uh

I'm the one who broke us up, nevertheless

I'll never hit you up, I guess that is what's for the best, uh

Crying in my room, on my loneliest, I guess

It's got me reminiscing days you'd relieve all my stress, uh

Prayers up for your mama and your family tree

Nowadays I wonder if they ever speak of me

And if they do is it all the happy memories?

I'll stop stressing and keep writing my soliloquies

Keep writing, I keep writing, I keep writing

Keep writing, I keep writing, I keep writing

Keep writing, I keep writing, I keep writing

Keep writing, I keep writing, I keep writing

Keep writing, I keep writing, I keep writing

Keep writing, I keep writing, I keep writing

Keep writing, I keep writing, I keep writing

Keep writing, I keep writing, I keep writing

Keep writing, I keep writing, I keep writing

Keep writing, I keep

Uh, yessir

You feel me?

Mmm

Come on now, let's not kid ourselves, I was the best

I'm satisfied knowing that you'll only find less

I put it in my music, find the words and then I use it

Just like you did to me, I take the beat and I abuse it, uh

Flex up, I'm next up

Your best friend just text us

Flex up, I'm next up

Your girl squad will sex us

I'm feeling like a demon when I'm in the studio, aye

Shopping up in Neiman's when I'm feeling moody, ho, aye

Walk up in this bitch I'm feeling like the Aussie Baby Keemy

Every time your bitch see, she just wanna eat me

Mama, I'll be on the TV, this shit is easy

I'm dancing in the club like my name is Chris Breezy

Make a bitch hold the stick for me, uh

I'll make a bitch hit a lick for me, uh

Will you run the block and you'll blick for me? Uh

Will you take a shot and a kick for me?

If a fool talks shit I'll put him in the sky

I got thirteen bullets, always lookin' for a reason why

Hit the strip and I recline

That's my favourite use of time

I can't talk to you Arman

I got millions on my mind

Know I keep the Tommy on me, it's no Shelby

Always with the doggies, homie, it's no Kelpie

Watch how you talk to me if you giving me stress

This K pops like I'm in BTS

The Ram