Ben Simmons Lyrics

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Pray that you leave me alone

Read me like Rosetta Stone

Sometimes live inside my head

Treat it like my second home

No I do not mean my conscious

Mental lapses cause collapses

Sent my absence to the classes

Perhaps some men cannot fathom

People claim they hold you down but showing otherwise

Ingratiate you with my favor, let you know inside

But you betrayed my trust, did love coincide

You know that shit you did could never be dignified

And that's what blows my mind, it can't be justified

I reinforce my mind and keep it fortified

I fear a dying mind especially to homicide

So nigga who am I? My nigga I don't know

Maybe I been died like ten times

Or maybe I'm just a hurt nigga resting on the sidelines

Fuck bitches, get money that's the typical modus operandi

The former's on standby

Fuck it, maybe I'm jaded

I spent my recent days in being lackadaisical

All the hoes tell, got em in hotels

They all bear good pussy, but none of it dispel

How I'm feeling now, and it don't sit well

Forty-eight hours of spinning on a carousel

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I'm twenty-three wondering if I'm living in a cycle

I look at thee my idols, The people I admire

See we all have problems, yet we off better hiding

Backstage we crying, center stage cracking smiles

Tears of a clown, fears of looking down

Feet planted on the ground, below its hellbound

Every step I take are misdirected blunders

Sundered, drowning until I'm sunken

Nowadays I don't really feel nothing

I neck the bottle of gin just to feel something

Staring at my debt it used to make me mad

My frustrations are rooted in ballpoints and pads

Every night I grow resentment towards penning lyrics

Because either the shit's trash or y'all won't get it

This music shit's layup, I should shoot a high percentage

Couldn't put my mind to it, feeling like I'm Ben Simmons

Couldn't put my mind to it, feeling like I'm Ben Simmons

Couldn't put my mind to it, feeling like I'm Ben Simmons

Couldn't put my mind to it, feeling like I'm Ben Simmons

Couldn't put my mind to it, feeling like I'm Ben Simmons