Just Some Bars Pt. 3 Vol. 2 | prod Jean La Beats by SpencerLee published on 2022-04-22T23:27:14Z It's been rough, but here's the next part of Just Some Bars. Enjoi. "Snakes all in the grass, I’m just watching em slither Keep the drank in my glass till I’m stopping my liver Best friends with outlaws and dealers so without out laws we living Ain’t too proud of it, but fuck sobriety, I ain’t a quitter I always wanted to be a player, but I guess I never fit the bill I doubt the women feel my twitchy ass always bad at sitting still Drink until I pass out, prolly why my liver feels like shit All the passions ashes out, so if passed I take little hits If that, even then I won’t be kick back, paranoia Hits bad, so mostly I’m just fucking up a six pack I’ll be lucky to die a middle aged functioning alcoholic I’m done with all the self care I’d rather tumble down to the bottom Trying to dodge the rocks everyday say I’m sorry god My mom’s and pop’s just wanted me to be on my job So I figure I’ll be lucky to find me a decent wage My homies all want to make it I guess that we all age different I just wanna make it to my grave without my faith missing Drunk in front of the bible like an Irish priest page flipping Looking for my answers even though I’ll prolly forget em If you’ve seen a better side of me I highly doubt that I’ve met him My demons were like a symbiote and I was drowning in venom My friends all got advice for me, I’ll try it out in a second I might have to quit smoking and if I do I really will miss it Got drunk with some demons while they were killing my spirits I almost let the demons take control Almost gave up on faith I know god would forsake my soul But I can’t let em kick me while I’m down cause I’d hate go Out like that cause I know that is Satan’s goal My purpose from god? I would never trade for gold Or basic old things because they won’t make me whole God I apologize for all the times I’m gonna fall short And all the times I already have, I know my faults lord And thank you for that! Cause I barely know much else I just pray I get back to trying to know myself Took some hits I know that dealt damage below my belt I was gone for so long, almost forgot how sober felt Crawling back to you yet again, the work will never end Just tryna change my life for real before I tell my friends What’s been up spent too much time drunk and slumped Still love Fort Worth but I can’t be stuck in funks No more, trying hold doors open like Hodor I was too bent off three 40s a day why I fold for I’ve been praying, while they prey on me religiously I ain’t no Getoboy but my mind’s been playing tricks on me I’m sick of these fuck boys taking all my victories And my inner peace, pistols free your mind when the trigger squeeze I try to be the good guy but they stay on my bad side Psyche fucked up from trying to hold onto my damn pride Mind like a wet noodle my brains have been pan-fried People think they can’t count on me because I got my hands tied Mfs get cut like Samurai Champloo Move with a rag tag crew like Gene, Mugen and Foo Wilin too much like a damn foo, hypnotized by the drink, got me puking up blue, sadly this bullshit ain’t new Fuck it tho, finna pick up flow, Wondering to myself where did the love all go Stuck and slow inside my mind tell me what you wanna know I won’t hold back, cognac make me throw up my soul, feeling too comfortable" Genre Just Some Bars Comment by DJ Fuqua Slow Dope 2022-08-30T18:16:39Z Comment by Duhmage Like HODORRRR 2022-05-17T06:51:02Z Comment by Lowk3y This is amazing work i love it 2022-04-28T14:07:40Z Comment by Sizaan Morah I AINT A GHETTO BOY BUT MY MINDS PLAYING TRICKS ON ME. ON GAAAWWWWWWDDDDD. 2022-04-23T00:05:13Z