Civic The Rapper – LONELY BOY (Lyrics & Video)

LONELY BOY – Civic The Rapper Lyrics

The unfortunate person who gets started in this finds himself getting into an ever-increasing abyss

For he starts out with the idea, "I'll have a kick or a high"

And that it'll be nothing

Open up the booklet

Looking like a hood kid

Even though I ain't

Mama said, "You did good, slick"

Good kid in a mad city spitting good shit

Sitting in the forest while you listen to the wood split

Voices talking in my head, make me broken

Choking, bro, you gotta be joking

Hoping maybe one day he'll do dope shit posted

In the trap house with the roaches

No shit, we can see it coming from the ocеan

No fins, and I don't swim, feel like Token

Hoes grin

Whеn they see me come out in the open

No end, to the bullshit I go in

Blowing wind got me floating in

They all love my shit

They just don't know it

Heartbroken, I don't even know why since

I got all these sins

Running up my wrist

You can suck my (*bleep*)

I don't cum that quick

If she ain't no freak, then she ain't my bitch

It would make my week if I made that stick

I would say I'd leave, but we all know

It ain't true

This ain't news

You can't win

I can't lose

You can't wait

I can too

I can do

Everything you can't do

Bitch, that's too fucking bad

Watch me leave just like my dad

Burn these trees when I light this match

And I smoke more weed till my life detach

I'd rather jump in a cage with a lion

Than talk to a pussy like you for a minute

Look at my eyes, you can see that I'm flying

Look at your squad, there is nobody in it

Feelin' the blood on my lips, I don't panic

Clock on the wall, but I'm losing the time

Bass in your face, making you look dramatic

Talk is so cheap, I am here for a dime

Been in the dark for a bit, and I won it

I ain't got time for these games, and I mean it

You want a war, little bitch, I've begun it

Diggin' a grave, and you better be in it

Walking on water

But I can feel how I'm reaching the bottom

Blood on my hands, and I look at the slaughter

All of your blessings, you know that I shot 'em

Я иду гулять по краю, как в лес для самоубийц

Мне похуй, какой ты фраер, отсюда нам не свалить

Время хочет взять на таймер, но я выбираю жить

You know where we're gonna drive

So you better call the police

Police, police, police

Police, police, police

I think too many teenagers traded in their idealism for a stick of weed

But I see some teenagers acting superior to those of us who don't need drugs to feel good or understand ourselves

I get real bugged