作词:抽象king

作曲:抽象king

编曲:抽象king

I might hit you up if I lose you,

Heart cold like livin' in a igloo,

Got my mind f**kup, life a riddle,

Tryna find peace, I’m stuck in the middle.

Used to call you queen, now I'm just a jester,

b**hes playin' games, I’m the real tester.

Lost in the sauce, yeah, I’m strugglin’,

Takin’ shots, but these demons bunglin’.

You need me like the streets need a hustler,

Addicted to the pain, I’m a true rustler.

b***es fake, they just wanna f**k yeah

Grindin’ through the bullshit, imma battler

Fell for your tricks, now I'm lost in the haze,

Pullin’ at my heartstrings, caught in the maze.

Flexin’ hard, but inside I’m a wreck,

Nights spent drownin’, tryin’ to earn my respect.

Spittin’ rhymes like I’m fightin’ for my life,

Thuggin’ through the shadows, cuttin' woes with a knife.

 I was ballin’ hard, now I’m broke as a joke,

 rising like a phoenix,  it’s hard when you choke.

You need me like the streets need a hustler,

Addicted to the pain, I’m a true rustler.

b***es fake, they just wanna f**k yeah

Grindin’ through the bullshit, imma battler

yeah imma back 但看不到你

迷失在大雾里还在发脾气

吹灭了蜡烛我在期待奇迹

也许我的痛根本没有意义

You need me like the streets need a hustler,

Addicted to the pain, I’m a true rustler.

b***es fake, they just wanna f**k yeah

Grindin’ through the bullshit, imma battler

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