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zejaye - soul searchin' lyrics

[verse 1: zejaye]
i need a second to breathe and something cold i can drink
my stomach is empty i brought some b-tches to eat
(we hungry)
never would i date her
busy f-cking all these haters
but she love me now and later
though cole told me not to save her, so i won’t
(she don’t wanna be saved)
no superman for these hoes
i know she got a man so i’m just stepping on toes
she grab my hand and tells me “baby, please don’t let go”
she opened her eyes and i saw right through her soul
oh no…
yeah, here we going again
i’m turning to these bottles like my navi said spin
my mother would cry if she knew the drugs that i did
you sloths couldn’t keep up with the life that i live
but it is what it is – i’m just living the dream
i’m looking like i’m happy but it’s not what it seems
who the f-ck would want to trip about the powers that be
(no one)
and stress about these women and the hours they’re free
(just me)
a dog and i know it
i try my best not to show it
but if your b-tch come around me i’ma take what she’s throwing
my heart is too frozen to let these hoes have it broken
but her p-ssy my ocean, frankly that sh-t is so golden
my dream has been stolen i’m on a mission to find you
if you keep it 100 then i be keeping it times two
when i see you in public just know i’m seeing you right through
because i’ll kill you in the booth – tell these people the truth
just tell these people the truth
every time you’re wrong you seem to have an excuse
i try and make a fusion of this hip-hop and blues
my only source of confidence the rest was lost with you
(f-ckin b-tch)
sometimes i hate you for that
(mmmhm)
i also give my thanks you got me chasing this rap
i progress to more success
puff out my chest like i’m the best
people invest their time and energy they help me kill my enemies
don’t try to be a friend to me i really don’t deserve it
i thought that i was helping throwing 20’s in her purses
the sweetest girl on earth she probably gave it to the churches
she try and find herself but she get’s lost the more she searches
i didn’t want to hurt us but sh-t happens and you know that
i wish that i had met you before i started doing show rap
i focused on my team i hung you up like a clothes rack
i try and put you on but you told me we can’t go back
it’s thursday here’s my throwback
my raps were in my back pack
drizzy past a come back and i’m laughing at the feedback
i’m kicking frees and tripping e’s
killing these danny beats
enemies on their knees, labels now calling me
(brrrr)
but i ain’t callin’ em back
i do this for the fun i do it for the love of rap
they throwing up their hands when i tell them to clap
to give up that sh-t, you couldn’t pay me for that
but it’s deeper than that, i got something to prove
feeling like a gymnast the way they’re watching my moves
my biggest regret was when i dropped out of school
i know it’s nothing to you, but i thought i was cool
a youngin’ just stuntin’ f-ck all these labels you give me
anonymous comments? i say you haters are sissies
come catch me in public, you know i stay in the city
throwing bars in the yard, tell all your boys to come get me
this sh-t is so pity these men are acting like b-tches
they spreading the gossip, my boys are chasing our riches
i do to the game just like the game did to st-tches
don’t mind what i said… the mic is on and i’m venting

- zejaye lyrics

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