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polø (iy ent / onice) - r4nt lyrics

round it up its been a few years
real friends there’s a few here
real talk there’s like 2 here
hometown there’s a few there
(onice man)
adios to saint francis hola to the city of angels
past years i barely said thank you that i’m only 4 hours from vegas
still i hop on a plane i can’t wait
i had like bags of bread in my bank
i barely hit halfway on my tank
i barely last half the night on that drank
i’m pushin dreams i’m barely awake
dosin’ every night i’m off of that drank
real talk there’s a lot of people i thank
real talk there’s a lot of people that’s fake

(muhf-cka)

too much we had to deal with
bandaids and put a few things off took a few months we don’t heal quick
nod my head to all these parties ’til my heart was numb i didn’t feel sh-t
’til the mornin’ come and i’m pourin’ rum into the toilet-

got some odom vibes, if you know you know we never told em lies
i’ve learned my lessons and they heard me cry
sob stories and these lonely nights, i was by myself with them no replies
but you’re a man they’ll never hear you cry
you got ya chest up what a tough guy
keep your chest up

“yeah, you’re a tough guy. how you feel? you feel good.”

there’s some things i’ve been wanting to change, one is just stoppin’ the blame, i am responsible
polø it’s so nice to see you, i’m really glad you are the same, that is impossible
better check twice who you talkin’ to
tellin’ me chill that was a compliment, let’s keep it real i’m pretty confident
few years back we was lackin’ some common sense
(“he didn’t mean it like that”)
well i took it like that brother caught me by surprise i-
guess it’s some internal strife, haven’t been too proud of my life yeah

runnin’ out of time outs
end up in a deeper hole i try to climb out
now i’m runnin’ out of bread and my rides out
spend 3 hunnit for the wheels need it right now
rather bus it keep the money when i fly out
to the city and i spend it every night out
repeating voices in my head i hope they die out
repeating voices in my head i hope they die out
you don’t ever really-
talk about what’s goin in that head of yours i really hope you good
on a rare occasion, one conversation you chime in and misunderstood
your mindset keep you silent cause you think too different than you think should
or maybe you’re just being a little b-tch

- polo iy ent onice lyrics

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