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steezefield - the words i meant to say lyrics

[verse: 1]

the words i meant to say, well where do i start
i guess that i could tell you how i’m falling apart
i spend my days alone with a computer and beats
i made about 20 of these things last week
laying in my bed bumping logic, open logic
lay a verse and a hook man it’s simple logic
i’m inspired but i’m tired i’ve been here too long
5 years and i ain’t really made a dope new song
all my dudes telling me that my sh-t’s sick
but i listen, and all i hear is “sh-t’s sick”
i’m afraid that i will never be somebody
then my homie hit me with another “sup buddy”
man i gotta keep it real spill my heart now
don’t clean it this is where i’m meant to talk now
if it wasn’t for my friends then i would be dead
cause they help me when i need to get a clear head
they support me and my music like it was their own
and i love’em those my dudes i’ll never let them go
shout out to bk, caijo and alex, rashad, emilio, bobby lets get it
invite only changed my life in a flash
if it wasn’t for alex man i would never come back
to this music, i was over the edge but i held on
months later and i’m here writing this song
but music isn’t everything, i mean, i may act like it’s everything
but, i’m in love, and you know love is powerful
i want to tell her how i feel but it’s a mouthful
when i see her i just feel so alive
i’ll be right by your side, till 3005
but i lost my chance to tell you how i feel inside
so i’ll write it in a song and hope you listen tonight
i lost some good girls, i lost some good friends
but we all lose someone in the f-cking end
i just really want someone when the world ends
and you want someone too so just say when
look, i’m sorry for the way that i acted
i’m sorry that i started f-cking rapping
i know that you wanted me to be a better person
i was young, stupid, i just wasn’t worth it
i just wasn’t worth it, i just wasn’t worth it
i’m so imperfect, we’re so imperfect

[bridge]

they don’t care unless it bangs bruh
they don’t care unless it bangs bruh
they don’t care unless it bangs bruh
f-ck it let it bang son!

[verse: 2]

bad b-tches on my soundcloud like this
re-post it show it to all of your white friends
i think i made it cause i’m in somebody’s playlist
they turnin’ up to whatever the f-ck i’m sayin’
man, this sh-t so stupid, this beat is 9 + 10 = 21 stupid
i dropped an album and the whole town talkin’
doin’ numbers got the whole town watchin’
marge simpson sh-t, i love all my homies
i don’t f-ck with you if you used to always ignore me
and then act like we homies because i’m doing well
i don’t care about your life this isn’t show and tell
spendin’ money but i make it back, play it back
spendin’ money like me you can have a hear attack
i’m doing pretty good as far as weirdos go
with the weirdest fro, chop it up, weirder flow
i know the f-ckboys gonna hate this sh-t
in the 847 doin’ crazy sh-t
if you ain’t got money you can’t hang with us
life changed in a minute this amazing bruh
uh, whipping down the street blasting my new sh-t
st–zy run the city i thought everybody knew this
he rap like he famous, he talk like he hate us
but if you knew the truth then you would know you ain’t us

[outro]

(man you ain’t us x2)
(no matter what man you ain’t us)
(man you ain’t us)
(in the 8 of a soundbag [?] x3) (yeah, yeah, yeah)

- steezefield lyrics

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