Sometimes. Lyrics

Sometimes I feel like my life is a piece of wasted time, wasted talent

Wasted people, and these wasted lives

Say sharing is caring, but what is yours has not

been mine

The way we cross bones with crossovers is crosswise

Our cross hairs caught crossfire, by the cross line

We cross paths, when my path was straight, and you crossed mine

Think about it, getting married is pretty scary

'Cause you don't have your own life no more, now y'all both sharing

I drive my passion with action, all realness, I ain't acting

I be snapping, tryna tell y'all what be happening, through this rapping

My life is a movie and I'm just tryna sell out tickets

Ninety-nine on rotten tomatoes, best seller, yeah I'm with it

Do you get it, I said do you get it

I know I made it when I get number one film

in the city

Then see my face up on the lights and scream, like yeah I did it

Throw your hands up and sigh, roll your eyes

Bitch, yeah I did it, but uh

Sometimes I ponder how trash rappers can make it big

That lowkey makes me jealous, like what the fuck can I get

If you ask me, I should've blown a couple of years ago, when I dropped Mothafuccin Drip

drip bruh, that shit hit the floor

Like damn, this kid EMB, yeah he can really spit

He not one of them SoundCloud niggas that's out here dropping shit

This nigga really got talent, he know how to make a hit

Nigga I've been broke, spending money on all this music shit

Self-promoting emotion, and really hoping, that something I can make

Can finally break doors and keep it open

Have you ever missed a joke before

That's it how it feels when you're in your feels, and choke some more

I'm tied between this thing on if I got it or

if I don't

Should I quit making music, or should continue to go

Sometimes I wonder if you fuck with me, or just my music

To be honest, I don't want you to answer, cause the shit's confusing

'Cause I know they only bump my shit when I'm around

'Cause I know that when I leave I'm just a distant sound

Y'all probably think I'm only capable of rappin' gangsta

Well I appreciate the label and I'd like to thank ya

Sometimes I feel like my life is a piece of wasted time, wasted talent

Wasted people, and these wasted lives

Say sharing is caring, but what is yours has not

been mine

The way we cross bones with crossovers is crosswise

Our cross hairs caught crossfire, by the cross line

We crossed paths, when my path was straight, and you crossed mine

We crossed paths, when my path was straight and you crossed mine

We crossed paths, when my path was straight, and you crossed mine

Sometimes (We was gonna ride with you)

Sometimes (We was gonna ride with you)

Sometimes (We was gonna ride with you)

Sometimes (We was gonna ride with you)

Sometimes (Yeah, we was gonna ride with you)

Sometimes (We was gonna ride)

Sometimes (We was gonna ride with you)

Sometimes (We was gonna ride with you)

Sometimes (We was gonna ride with you)

Sometimes (We was gonna ride with you)

Sometimes (Yeah, we was gonna ride with you)

Sometimes (We was gonna ride)