Sad Songs

Hey take minute catch your breath, just breathe

Think I got a little left, just what you need

It's that shit that staves off death, like flak seed

I be great like Gatsby don't ask me where the gats be

Cash hoes and guns, that shit be last week

Bring it back to the real, that's the deal, if you ask me

But nobody does so I'll just drive from the back seat

Nobody gone pass me and nobody harass me

Stay out of my lane, don't complain if you can't speed

Maintain, maybe take a train UQAM Berri

It gets scary, when you dealing with the real

Heavy like a mass appeal, when you bash the seventh seal