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johns songs - patient is the night (feat. sxdboynoah) lyrics

[sxdboynoah]
b+tch they call me sbn
i’m f+cking on her bestest friend
i’m walking on this beat just like a muhf+ckin pedestrian
they screaming when i’s stepping in
not even in my element
these p+ssy b+tches delicate
i’m feeling so rebellious
snapping on this beat
b+tch i’m back up in the streets
choppa blasting it’s discreet
i’m sorry, tactical i mean
f+ck it i never apologize
i don’t want your compromise
shot him in his f+cking eye
not my fault that your homie died
smith and wesson wrecking his neck and his back in seconds
second guеssing when i pull up on his b+tch with my erection pills
how’s it feel that our еconomy is f+cked hard
put my back into this sh+t ain’t talking lumbar

[john]
john be on the track he gonna
get up there eventually
conceptually
contextually
i’d say i lack the entropy
to many songs up on my plate
i’m working hard the day to day
and when i’m working on these songs
it feels like no one can relate
but i know times a gentle stream
that stretches longer than it seems
if patient is the night
then why’m i stressin over everything
i check the clock
it never stops
get back to work
then check my watch
it never ends
i miss my friends
but now i got no time to talk
a loner a stoner
who only wish he was sober
but now his bars getting lower
he drinks and feels like a loner
a mediocre composer
because his raps always slower
friends talkin sh+t bout his odor
he wants to quit he’s a smoker
no one ever holds him closer
he hates himself and always
says he knows that he’s just a poser
he’ll use a noose as a choker
play games of death for the closure
he counts the leaves on a clover
but never gets that far

i’m just a coward
underpowered
write a song in half an hour
never drops
it clouds my thoughts
and here i’m wishin it would stop
these songs just sit on my desktop
and i grow to hate it
like f+ck you and f+ck whoever had you created
i’m faded yet again
these songs they get inside my head
but here i go another day
ill write a song and be okay
cuz i ain’t got nothin left
and with this weight on my chest
i take the music
and i use it
to keep a bullet out my head

- johns songs lyrics

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