MIKEY Lyrics

Mikey, I knew I'd find it hard to pen you

I wish that we could talk dude

Shit could be more simple

It's weird that you're gone

I'm toking weed like its addiction

I made a couple songs

And I hope you think they hitting

Well actually a lot

Shit its way more than I thought

Kind of feels like you were there

For every word that was jot

Every verse and its plot

Taking scripts from different talks

If bending corners in a drop

I'm sure it'd make you bop

I want you to be proud of the shit we made

I wish that you could pull up

We chill and press play

I know you'd be impressed

My worst above their best day

I'm always on stress

Looking for a way to escape

With you I need to mesh

Not give a fuck what the rest say

An S up on my chest

Boxing with another feather weight

I'm sick in the head

A little distant form my Sensei

I need to recollect

And reassess what the best way

Would be for me

To cope with all this stress

Notice that I'm truly blessed

And it seems to me

That this the path I'm meant for

I wish that you were here for it

What up kid?

I know shit is rough doing your bid

When the lord came you should've slid to my crib

Well shit I guess you did

A whole album since then

And your name going to reign

From Reno to Berlin

I got a couple streams from overseas

I don't think they understand me

When I speak

But I hope that they rocking

And bopping with the beats

And when the album drop they really going to ride for me

With every verse a whole different side of me

I nearly killed myself trying to write it G

Literal and figurative

My therapy is penmanship

My therapist be skipping shit

But booked with these synonyms

This rapping bring lessons

No really its true

Well more like it reveals them

They coming from you

And I hope they people hear them

From here to the moon

And if they about to crash they steer it

The rear is old news

That was a cool little eulogy

But I got a lot more to say to you my G

Seeing death as if it was just a flash away

I was a real mess since you passed away

Try to notice blessings

Throw the wrath away

Sight only lessens

And the glow seems to cast away

Five bowls for pain

So my lungs are storing ash away

Crescent moon winks

And I mourned as it cast its shade

I gave into the vices

Everyday was spent

Either crying or writing

My family and friends

Worried cause I was invited

But need reclusiveness

So I could fight and keep striving

For a better life

Never thought you'd be gone like this

Wish that I could set a price

On some fools likeness

But no that's not quite how it went

Now your sister's distraught

She can't find blame for the pain of your loss

No one to be mad at

But God or the kin

A heart attack at 33

Man that shit don't make sense

So somehow now compound

That denial's worse

I'm running from the flames

Cause the heat of the fire burns

I can't feel the same way

Now even textile hurts

I hope you know I loved you dawg

Put aside the priors first

And since you couldn't hear my raps before you had passed

I will make you proud

Treat every song as my last

Whether ruling kingdoms

Or doing treason as fast

I will ensure your name

Never leaving with rap

But this shit isn't sad

Its an oath of respect

Feel I'm smoking too heavy

Like I toke every breath

Dawg I made a whole album

Just to cope with your death

An increase in volume

For the voice in my head

All these stains make it hard to function

All this pain really hard to stomach

One day you stay rolling with punches

Next day, I should've fucking done it

Put it to my head but couldn't make the fucking gun click

So now I'm lashing out

Treating every single rap

Like they was arms cache how

Each alliteration

Imitating pistol rounds

Each entendre

Shotgun

Bucking bitches down

Always the same shit

I need a different sound

Spending all my days in

Only distance found

And now that I'm out

On the other side

I see what you've done for me

Blessings in disguise

I got better company

I'm moving with tithes

And generosity

Your death brought me pain

But with it came

A brand new philosophy

I'll keep on spitting till they stop the beat

Mikey you gave me reason to put stock in dreams

Despite the faltering